The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness. Although the two are identical twins, man as a rule, views the prenatal abyss with more calm than the one he is heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour). I know, however, of a young chronophobiac who experienced something like panic when looking for the first time at homemade movies that had been takena few weeks before his birth. He saw a world that was pratically unchanged- the same house, the same people - and then realized that he did not exist there at all and that nobody mourned his absence.

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