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Whoso is full of sacred (religious, moral, humane) love loves only the spook, the true man, and persecutes with dull mercilessness the individual, the real man.
Max Stirner
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Max Stirner
Age: 49 †
Born: 1806
Born: October 25
Died: 1856
Died: June 26
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Johann Kaspar Schmidt
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