It is permissible even for a dying hero to think before he dies how men will speak of him hereafter. His fame lasts perhaps two thousand years. And what are two thousand years? What, indeed, if you look from a mountain top down the long wastes of the ages? The very stone one kicks with one’s boot will outlast Shakespeare.
The question of immortality is not a learned question; it is a question belonging to inwardness, which the subject by becoming subjective must ask himself.[Spørgsmaalet om Udødeligheden er væsent|ligen ikke noget lærd Spørgsmaal, det er et Inderlighedens Spørgsmaal, som Subjektet ved at blive subjektivt maa gjøre sig selv.]
One must pay dearly for immortality: one has to die several times while still alive.[Man büsst es theuer, unsterblich zu sein: man stirbt dafür mehrere Male bei Lebzeiten.]
However ignorant man may be, he still feels within him his immortal spirit yearning after the unknown future.