"As far as heaven's sky do you see, but never see what lies behind; as far as heaven's sky reaches your thought, and never seeks to penetrate beyond. O ignorance, hard and dry, who shall tell you of things that have no words for the telling? Poor, unhappy mankind, who shall rescue you? What have you of your own but your own soul? Do not, I beseech you, barter that one and only reality of things of naught. Think, think on death! Then shall pleasure and jest, lust and luxury, have fallen silent; then shall the body lie rotting in the clay. Shall then the soul, too, dwell in misery, delivered to torment without end? Better of a truth, patient endurance of one hour here on earth than an awakening to pain that comes too late and lasts for all eternity!"
Columban, 481
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