Exit 75
Umbopa:
"What is life? Tell me, O white men, who are wise, who know the secrets of the world of stars, and the world that lies alone and around the stars; who flash their words from afar without a voice; tell me, white men, the secret of our life-- whither it goes and whence it comes!
"Ye cannot answer; ye know not. Listen, I will answer, Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go. Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out of the Nowehere! for a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and, lo! we are gone again into the Nowhere. Life is nothing. Life is all. It is the hand with which we hold off death. It is the glow-worm that shines in the night-time and is black in the morning; it is the white breath of the oxen in winter; it is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset."
- H. Rider Haggard, King Solomon's Mines
Umbopa:
"What is life? Tell me, O white men, who are wise, who know the secrets of the world of stars, and the world that lies alone and around the stars; who flash their words from afar without a voice; tell me, white men, the secret of our life-- whither it goes and whence it comes!
"Ye cannot answer; ye know not. Listen, I will answer, Out of the dark we came, into the dark we go. Like a storm-driven bird at night we fly out of the Nowehere! for a moment our wings are seen in the light of the fire, and, lo! we are gone again into the Nowhere. Life is nothing. Life is all. It is the hand with which we hold off death. It is the glow-worm that shines in the night-time and is black in the morning; it is the white breath of the oxen in winter; it is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself at sunset."
- H. Rider Haggard, King Solomon's Mines
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