JACQUES: Moi, monsieur, à l'eau ! Jacques à l'eau bénite ! J'aimerais mieux que mille légions de diables me restassent dans le corps, que d'en boire … - Denis Diderot

El primer juramento que se hicieron dos seres de carne y hueso fue al pie de una roca que se deshacía en polvo; pusieron por testigo de su constancia a un cielo que no es el mismo ni un solo instante; todo pasaba en ellos y en torno a ellos y creían sus corazones libres de vicisitudes. ¡Oh, niños, siempre niños...!

What is this world? A complex whole, subject to endless revolutions. All these revolutions show a continual tendency to destruction; a swift succession of beings who follow one another, press forward, and vanish; a fleeting symmetry; the order of a moment. I reproached you just now with estimating the perfection of things by your own capacity; and I might accuse you here of measuring its duration by the length of your own days. You judge of the continuous existence of the world, as an ephemeral insect might judge of yours. The world is eternal for you, as you are eternal to the being that lives but for one instant. Yet the insect is the more reasonable of the two. For what a prodigious succession of ephemeral generations attests your eternity! What an immeasurable tradition! Yet shall we all pass away, without the possibility of assigning either the real extension that we filled in space, or the precise time that we shall have endured. Time, matter, space — all, it may be, are no more than a point.

There is no good father who would want to resemble our Heavenly Father