Philosophy is born not from satiety, but from collision with death and pain.
As long as a person feels that life is endless, he hardly asks why the world exists and why it is the way it is.
But as soon as finitude enters consciousness, the real question comes with it.
And to put it more simply, here is where the dog is buried: many people begin to think not when truth is revealed to them, but when their illusions run out...

