Why Being Rather Than Nothingness? Part XVI

I first met Fritz Wilhelmsen in the summer of 1970, falling at once under the spell of his magic. Such a long time ago that was! Yet I remember it all as if it were but yesterday. There I was, this utterly naïve college student, strangely catapulted by circumstance (and God) to Catholic Spain. In the shadow of that immense poem in stone El Escorial, I sat day after day in a state of positive…

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