"The cradle rocks over an abyss, common sense tells us that our existence is only a fleeting glimpse of light between two eternities of darkness . Although the two are identical twins eternity, the man of normally covers the prenatal abyss with more calm than to contemplate that which is directed (at about four hundred heartbeats per hour). I know, however, a sensitive young man who tried something akin to panic When he saw for the first time some old family films in a few weeks before his birth. He contemplated a world virtually unchanged - the same house, the same people - and he realized then that there had existed at all and that nobody mourned his absence. "
V. Nabokov - Speak, memory.
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