the tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison, and with the rest of space, which I don't occupy and which has no relation to me, and the period of time in which I'm fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I haven't existed and won't exist, and yet in this atom, the mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something, what chaos.. what a farce..
Ivan Turgenev
Ivan Turgenev