"<p></p> <p>Not very long afterwards, not only are your name and your person completely and utterly forgotten by the world, not only is the memory of your work covered with the dust of oblivion, but the material of your work is also decaying, the paper and the linen binding of your books are vanishing into nothingness, the pictures you painted are no longer visible anywhere in the world, and the marble statues, your works, have been crumbled into fine dust by time. All this will most certainly happen, and only seconds will pass on the clock of time before you and all you have meant to the world will be utterly and permanently destroyed. What then can you fear in life? What is so important or dangerous or regrettable that you should shrink from the truth? I do not understand you.</p>"