I am dead because I have no desire, I have no desire because I think I possess, I think I possess because I do not try to give; Trying to give, I see… - René Daumal

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I am dead because I have no desire,
I have no desire because I think I possess,
I think I possess because I do not try to give;
Trying to give, I see that I have nothing,
Seeing that I have nothing, I try to give myself,
Trying to give myself, I see that I am nothing,
Seeing that I am nothing, I desire to become,
Desiring to become, I live.

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About René Daumal

René Daumal (March 16, 1908 – May 21, 1944) was a French writer, philosopher and poet.

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