These ponderings attempt to let themselves be appropriated by the event. (Beiträge zur Philosophie (Vom Ereignis), Martin Heidegger, 1936–38/1989)
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I didn't know she was there, when I was going to Cincinnati.
Six years later, I was there, and the bullet holes, and blood stains, were still there too. That day, I went to see Mao's corpse, and raised my middle finger toward that asshole.
