I’m lying here in a haystack... 

The tiny space I occupy is so infinitesimal in comparison with the rest of space, which I don’t occupy and which has no relation to me. 

And the period of time in which I’m fated to live is so insignificant beside the eternity in which I haven’t existed and won’t exist... 

And yet in this atom, this mathematical point, blood is circulating, a brain is working, desiring something...

 What chaos! 

What a farce!