Pleasure leads to preferences or pre-references, which lead to always wanting to be somewhere else, never being fully now. How do we find a way out of the wheel of repetition?

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I wrote the following in a book i gave as a present to someone.

hello dear reader,

i am an anarchist book

i belong to myself

i do not belong to you - we are friends - therefore i do not belong forgotten on a dusty shelf

by nature and name i am a book - my purpose in life is to be read and when the readings done, to be allowed to live on in someone elses eyes.

if you consider me unworthy of being read again by someone new - then at least recycle my paper - so i may live on in a hundred new books

thank you for respecting life
whats thisyours sincerely, your book