When I consider the brief span of my

life, swallowed up in the eternity before

and behind it, the small space that I fill,

or even see, engulfed in the infinite

immensity of spaces which I know not,

and which know not me, I am afraid,

and wonder to see myself here rather

than there; for there is no reason why I

should be here rather than there, now,

rather than then.