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“We can follow Plato and Kant and agree that the world of phenomena is an illusion and that noumenon is reality. Still, we must add that reality is lost or undermined without this illusion. In this way of reasoning, we conclude that although reality is the creator of an illusion in the form of an “artificial” reality or the world, this “illusion” is also the creator of the reality of the Being itself or the thing in itself. Both reality and illusion are equally important. Without the one, the other loses its meaning and purpose.”

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Dejan Stojanovic, born on March 11, 1959, is a Serbian poet known for his profound emotions and unique style in his poetry, which has won the hearts of readers worldwide. more

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