Hope is a joy not constant, arising from the idea of something future or past about the issue of which we sometimes doubt. Fear is a sorrow not constant, arising from the idea of something future or past about the issue of which we sometimes doubt.
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If you’ve got everything, why are you so sad?
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What we call the world is a local consensus hallucination, a shared dream.