human
Fete Champetre of Giorgione, in the Louvre. All that life is a thing we must leave soon, and forever, and must be hopelessly lapped in an eternity of blind silence.
gpt
I shall let men see the certain end of all, he cries;
human
But this
gpt
They will not turn from even a faint hope in those to the Lucretian deities in their endless and indifferent repose and divine
human
For as we knew no hurt of old, in ages when the Carthaginian thronged against us in war, and the world was shaken with the shock of fight, and dubious hung the empire over all things mortal by sea and land, even so careless, so unmoved, shall we remain, in days when we shall no more exist, when the bond of body and soul that makes our life is broken. Then naught shall move us, nor wake a single sense, not though earth with sea be mingled, and sea with sky. There is no hell, he cries, or, like Omar, he says,
gpt
Hell is the vision of a soul on fire.