Ivan Sergeyevich Turgenev. Fathers and sons (№ 438659)

And I think: I’m lying here under a stack ... The narrow place that I occupy is so tiny in comparison with the rest of the space where I am not and where there is no concern for me; and the part of the time that I will be able to live is so insignificant before eternity, where I was not and will not be ... And in this atom, in this mathematical point, the blood circulates, the brain works, it also wants something ... What a disgrace ! What nonsense!