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“...in a world defined by productivity and success, a reality we created, humanity find themselves defined and valued in the very same way. People are part of a seemingly never-ending system whereby their worth is determined by their usefulness or success; they have become “a thing among things” struggling to give meaning to their existence.”

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The Ghost of Perfection: Searching for Humanity

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