""" So everything lingers but a moment, and hastens on to death, The plant and the insect die at the end of summer, the brute and the man after a few years; death reaps unweariedly. Yet notwithstanding this, nay, as if this were not so at all, everything is always there in its place, just as if everything were imperishable... This is temporal immortality. In consequence of this, notwithstanding thousands of years of death and decay, nothing has been lost, not an atom of the matter, still less anything of the inner being, that exhibits itself as nature. Therefore every moment we can cheerfully cry, 'In spite of time, death and decay, we are still all together!'"""
- Arthur Shopenhauer
- Arthur Shopenhauer
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