I acquire no understanding of myself except as I take account of objects, of the surroundings. I do not think unless I think of things—therefore on finding myself I always find a world confronting me. Insofar as subjectivity and thought are concerned, I find myself as a dual fact whose other part is the world. Therefore the basic and undeniable fact is not my existence, but my coexistence with the world.
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