The Gate

You see, we always think of eternity as an idea that can’t be comprehended, as something enormous, gigantic! But why does it have to be very large? I mean, instead of thinking of it that way, try supposing all that there will be is one  little room, something akin to a country bath-house, with soot on the walls and spiders in every corner, and there’s your eternity for you. You know I sometimes see it that way.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky