If we were doomed to live forever, we would scarcely be aware of the beauty around us.
Peter MatthiessenI ... had what Kierkegaard called 'the sickness of infinitude,' wandering from one path to another with no real recognition that I was embarked upon a search, and scarcely a clue as to what I might be after. I only knew that at the bottom of each breath there was a hollow place that needed to be filled.
Peter Matthiessen