Jack London. White Silence (№ 281496)

... But only harder, only deeper - White Silence in his detachment. Nothing moves, the sky was bright as polished copper, the slightest whisper seems sacrilege, and man is frightened of his own voice. The only piece of a living, moving across the shadowy desert of the dead world, he fears his audacity, acutely conscious that he was only a worm. Themselves have strange ideas, the mystery of the universe looking for his expression. And man finds the fear of death, before God, before the world, and together with fear - the hope of the resurrection and the life and longing for immortality, the vain striving of the captive of matter; then the person is left alone with "God".