"The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness,… Although the two are identical twins, man, as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour)…
Nature expects a full-grown man to accept the two black voids, fore and aft, as stolidly as he accepts the extraordinary visions in between. Imagination, the supreme delight of the immortal and the immature, should be limited. In order to enjoy life, we should not enjoy it too much. I rebel against this state of affairs" ▼
Vladimir Nabokov via Paraparaumu
