In the end, nature is inexorable: it has no reason to hurry and, sooner or later, it takes what belongs to it. Unconsciously and inflexibly obedient to its own laws, it doesn't know art, just as it doesn't know freedom, just as it doesn't know goodness.
Ivan TurgenevWhereas I think: Iโm lying here in a haystack... The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I donโt occupy and which has no relation to me. And the period of time in which Iโm fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I havenโt existed and wonโt exist... And yet in this atom, this mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something... What chaos! What a farce!
Ivan Turgenev