"Droll thing life is--that mysterious arrangement of
merciless logic for a futile purpose. The most you can hope from it is some
knowledge of yourself--that comes too late--a crop of unextinguishable regrets.
I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine.
It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing
around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great
desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat, in a sickly atmosphere of
tepid skepticism, without much belief in your own right, and still less in that
of your adversary. If such is the form of ultimate wisdom, then life is a
greater riddle than some of us think it to be. I was within a hair's-breadth of
the last opportunity for pronouncement, and I found with humiliation that
probably I would have nothing to say."
~ Joseph Conrad, “Heart of Darkness”
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