We’re always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense.
But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that’s all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can’t help feeling that that’s what it is.
~Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and
Punishment
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