It was a place…

It was a place that was more and more deserted where fewer and fewer people passed by. And why was it so quiet in Philosophy Square? What did people do; didn't they think, or reflect?

No, people are in business.

And their parents?

They were in business too.

And their grandparents?

They were at war.

And their children?

They will be in business or at war. Here, Sir, we don't think or reflect, we wage war for future business, or we do business for future wars. And if we think or reflect, we still come back to business and war. That's the way it goes, Sir. Life is contingent on necessity, necessity leads to business, business leads to war and then war back to business and the cycle, once started, will never stop for necessity will never stop either and will always lead to necessary war necessarily tied to necessary business.

There was a thinker and he thought, and found that one should understand the essentials of necessity, for there didn't seem to be vicissitudes so random they couldn't be explained by necessity, no matter how accidental it at first appeared.

He found, however, an absolute more fundamental than necessity, for and within which he found no other explanation. It was will. It was the absolute will to live that animates the fleeing spider every bit as much as the human being. There was nothing more basic and everything that came after it, every necessity, every business, every war, was related to it.

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