What are we actually doing? Is there a reason why we’re here?
Everything happens for a reason.
(Pointing at Helmut.) What’s the reason for him? What’s the reason for Heideggerians?
Didn’t Heidegger write a book about the essence of reasons?
The Principle of Reason: that was the title. All I can remember is he kept quoting that line from Angelius Silesius: A rose is without why.
A Helmut is without why: I like that.
Helmut, are you really without why? Why Helmut? Why anything? Why not Helmut? Why not any of us?
I can think of very good reasons why not.
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