我们拥有世界是一个暂时的事情：我们在周围的环境上标记了我们的所有权，为我们周围的土地命名，建立了我们自己的雕像，但是所有这些都被扫除了，如此迅速，如此轻松。我们认为世界永远是我们的世界，但我们只不过是擅自占地者。
(Our possessing of our world is a temporary matter: we stamp our ownership upon our surroundings, give familiar names to the land about us, erect statues of ourselves, but all of this is swept away, so quickly, so easily. We think the world is ours for ever, but we are little more than squatters.)