We're always thinking of eternity as
an idea that cannot be understood,
something immense.
But why must it be?
What if, instead of all this,
you suddenly find just a little room there,
something like a village bath house,
grimy, and spiders in every corner,
and that's all eternity is.
Sometimes, you know,
I can't help feeling that that's what it is.
~ Fyodor Dostoyevsky
from The Brothers Karamazov
with thanks to whiskeyriver
