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“Auch die Sinnfrage stellt sich mir nicht mehr. Weil ich loszulassen gelernt habe. Wer den Sinn immerzu sucht, weil er abhandengekommen ist, wird ihn ebenso wenig finden wie das Glück. Beide sind verwurzelt und flüchtig zugleich. In uns selbst.”

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Über Leben

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Reinhold Messner

Reinhold Messner, born on September 17, 1944, is an Italian mountaineer renowned for his extraordinary achievements in the field of mountaineering. He is the first person to summit the highest peak on each of the seven continents and the first to climb Mount Everest solo. Messner is celebrated for his contributions to mountaineering and his dedication to the sport. more

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