What is immortal
What is immortal. To see the golden sun and the azure sky, the outstretched ocean, to walk upon the green earth,
and to be a lord of a thousand creatures to look down giddy precipices or over distant flowery vales, to see the world spread out under one's finger in a map, to bring the stars near,
to view the smallest insects in a microscope, to read history and witness the revolutions of empires and the succession of generations, to hear the glory of Sidon and Tyre of Babylon and Susa, as of a fade pageant and to say all these were and are now nothing.
to think that we exist in such a point of time, and in such a corner of space, to be at once spectators and a part of the moving scene to watch the return of the seasons,
of spring and autumn, to hear The stock dove plain amid the forest deep, That drowsy rustles to the sighing gale. - to traverse desert wildness, to listen to the dungeon's gloom, or sit in crowded theatres and see life itself mocked,
to feel heat and cold, pleasure and pain right and wrong, truth and falsehood, to study the works of art and refine the sense of beauty to agony, to worship fame and to dream of immortality, to have read Shakespeare and Beloit to the same species as Sir Isaac Newton to be and to do all this and then in a moment to be nothing to have it all snatched from one like a juggler's ball or a phantasmagoria . . .