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Some people relate to me despite a lack of any attempt on my part to relate to them. Yesterday, I got a phone call from a man I've never met to ask me for a donation to my school's senior gift. If "to exist" could be defined so narrowly as an engagement in the comings and goings in this web of relationships that consist of this world, than yes I exist. You can't ask question of that which does not exist, nor could you really say anything of it all. Even a fictional construct of the mind exists in so far as it is a construct of the mind.
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