Friday, November 4, 2011

308. WHILE ...

308.
'While I think: here I lie under a haystack... 
The tiny bit of space I occupy is so minute in comparison
with the rest of the universe, where I am not and which is
not concerned with me; and the period of time in which it is
my lot to live is so infinitesimal compared with the eternity in
which I have not and shall not be ... And yet here, in this 
atom which is myself, in this mathematical point, blood 
circulates, the brain operates and aspires to something too ...
What a monstrous business! What futility!'

{Ivan Turgenev, Fathers and Sons}

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