When I consider the brief span of my life absorbed into the eternity which comes before and after–memoria hospitis unius diei praetereuntis–the small space I occupy and which I see swallowed up in the infinite immensity of spaces of which I know nothing and which know nothing of me, I take fright and am amazed to see myself here rather than there: there is no reason for me to be here rather than there, now rather than then.Blaise Pascal, from Pensées; The Provincial Letters
(Random House, 1941)
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