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El bien

Para quién es el bien?
Es algo que uno se apropia? 
Es un tema que viene en general? 
O sólo es un pasaje temporal en la existencia?

El bien que no es bueno para todos sigue siendo bien?
El bien que es malo para alguien puede llamarse así? 
A quien debe servir el bien y quien debe procurarlo ?
Si alguien quiere hacer el bien puede al mismo tiempo hacer el mal? 

Qué tan importante es el bien?
El bien es bien sólo cuando nos conviene?
Importan quien recibe el bien o quien hace el bien?
Al final, si no hay nada bien se puede hacer bien? 

Ok, necesito un poco más de vino para esto.

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