PEDIATRICS Vol. 77 No. 3 March 1986, pp. 329
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LIFE IS FLEETING

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. . . nature turns a dumb face toward us like a cow. When we read its wonders, we wonder whether we haven't written them ourselves. We are in ferment, but our greatness grows light like a bubble of froth. We sense that existence itself lacks substance; that its heaviness is that of wet air. The sublime . . . ah, the sublime is far off, though we call for its coming. Yes. Life falls short—is never what it should be.


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