“There
are two paths for him, within and without, and they both turn back in a day and
a night, . . . After having subdued by sleep all that belongs to the body, he,
not asleep himself, looks down upon the sleeping. Having assumed light, he goes
again to his place, the golden person, the lonely bird.” UPANISHADS.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death
than the animals that know nothing. A day will come when science will turn upon
its error and no longer hesitate to shorten our woes. A day will come when it
will dare and act with certainty; when life, grown wiser, will depart silently
at its hour, knowing that it has reached its term.
