What makes us afraid is our great freedom in the face of the emptiness that has still to be filled.
The moment is the sole reality.
There is no God, cry the masses more and more vociferously; and with the loss of God man loses his sense of values — is, as it were, massacred because he feels himself of no account.
Only in those moments when I exercise my freedom am I fully myself.
Only then, approaching my fortieth birthday, I made philosophy my life's work.
Everything depends therefore on encountering thought at its source. Such thought is the reality of man's being, which achieved consciousness and understanding of itself through it.