It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
It is the nature of truth in general, as of some ores in particular, to be richest when most superficial.
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