MAN . . . IS EVER CHANGING. Not a day passes but I am nearer the grave. Whatever my age, whatever the number of my years, I am ever narrowing the interval between time and eternity
. . . . O my God, I am crumbling away, as I go on! I am already dissolving into my first elements. My soul indeed cannot die, for you...
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