We Live Life Merely At Its Edge: It Is But A Battlefield Where The Struggle For Life Is Fought. It Is
We live life merely at its edge: it is but a battlefield where the struggle for life is fought. It is a remote fort, hastily built in the dimension of the citadel into which we shall retreat in death.
Ernst Junger, A German officer in occupied Paris, 8 March 1942
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