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Chapter 3
Trytoimaginetheawfulmeaningofthis.Youhaveoftenseenthesandontheseashore.Howfineareitstinygrains!Andhowmanyofthosetinylittlegrainsgotomakeupthesmallhandfulwhichachildgraspsinitsplay.Nowimagineamountainofthatsand,amillionmileshigh,reachingfromtheearthtothefarthestheavens,andamillionmilesbroad,extendingtoremotestspace,andamillionmilesinthickness;andimaginesuchanenormousmassofcountlessparticlesofsandmultipliedasoftenasthereareleavesintheforest,dropsofwaterinthemightyocean,feathersonbirds,scalesonfish,hairsonanimals,atomsinthevastexpanseoftheair:andimaginethatattheendofeverymillionyearsalittlebirdcametothatmountainandcarriedawayinitsbeakatinygrainofthatsand.Howmanymillionsuponmillionsofcenturieswouldpassbeforethatbirdhadcarriedawayevenasquarefootofthatmountain,howmanyeonsuponeonsofagesbeforeithadcarriedawayall?Yetattheendofthatimmensestretchoftimenotevenoneinstantofeternitycouldbesaidtohaveended.Attheendofallthosebillionsandtrillionsofyearseternitywouldhavescarcelybegun.
