"Gone, to sheer Nothing, past with null made one!
What matters our creative endless toil,
When, at a snatch, oblivion ends the coil?
It is by-gone, How shall this riddle run?
As good as if things never had begun,
Yet circle back, existence to possess: I'd rather have Eternal Emptiness."
Goethe

"To judge from the notions expounded by theologians, one must conclude that God created most men simply with a view to crowding hell."
Marquis de Sade