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3. On the difficulty of loving the neighborhood ... This chapter mainly begins talking about love of the neighbor, or the perception we have towards our family, friends and the relationships that society created in us. Zygmunt tells us in his book that love to neighbor is the love I have created within me and I will tell you the other challenge that in the chapter tells us the difficulty that we have to appreciate or love to know and love the neighbor and this is the opposite of the reason., And hence the question does the question. What benefits me would I would report it, "with this question refers or wonders what he divers how to be." This chapter also speaks of the moral and life, and that we must make the effortful to remain alive, either to do the good or the evil

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