Were it not for habit, life would seem delightful to beings constantly under threat of dying, in other words to all humankind.
Were it not for habit, life would seem delightful to beings constantly under threat of dying, in other words to all humankind.
It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
We say that the hour of death cannot be forecast, but when we say this we imagine that hour as placed in an obscure and distant future. It never occurs to us that it has any connection with the day already begun or that death could arrive this same afternoon, this afternoon which is so certain and which has every hour filled in advance.
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