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On the Feeling of Immortality in youth



No young man believes he shall ever die. It was a saying of my brother’s, and a fine one.



There is a feeling ofWoW Power Leveling Eternity



in youth, which makes us amend for everything. To be young is to be as one of the Immortal



Gods. One half of time indeed is flown-the other half remains in store for us with all its



countless treasures; WoW Power Levelingfor there



is no line drawn, and we see no limit to our hopes and wishes. We make the coming age our



own -- The vast, the unbounded prospect lies before us



Death. old age. are wordsWoW Power Leveling without a



meaning. that pass by us like the idea air which we regard not. Others may have undergone,



or may still be liable to them-we "bear a charmed life”, which laughs to scorn all such



sickly fancies. As in setting out on delightful journey, we strain our eager gaze forward-



Bidding the lovely scenes at distance hail!-and see no end to the landscape, new objects



presenting themselves as WoW Goldwe advance; so, in the



commencement of life, we set no bounds to our inclinations. nor to the unrestricted



opportunities of gratifying them. we have as yet found no obstacle, no disposition to flag;



and it seems that we can go on so forever. We look round in a new world, full of life, and



motion, and ceaseless progress; and feel in ourselves all the vigor and spirit to keep pace



with it, and do notWoW Gold foresee from any present symptoms



how we shall be left behind in the natural course of things, decline into old age, and drop



into the grave. It is the simplicity, and as it were abstractedness of our feelings in

youth, that (so to speak) identifies us with nature, and (our experience being slight and



our



passions strong) deludes us into a belief of being immortal like it. Our short-lives



connection with existence we fondly flatter ourselves, is an indissoluble and lasting union



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levelinga honeymoon that knows neither coldness, jar, nor separation. As infants smile



and sleep, we are rocked in the cradle of our wayward fancies, and lulled into



security by the roar of the universe around us. we quaff the cup of life with eager haste



without



draining it, instead of which it only overflows the more objects press around us, filling



the mind with their magnitude and with the strong of desires that wait upon them, so that we



have no room for the thoughts of death.



Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for



love, the search for

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conan power leveling knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.



These passions, like great winds, have blown me hither and thither, in a wayward course,



over a great ocean of anguish, reaching to the very verge of despair.