or Night Thoughts on Life, Death, and Immortality (1742-1745):
There’s no prerogative in human hours.
In human hearts what bolder thought can rise
Than man’s presumption on to-morrow’s dawn?
Where is to-morrow? In another world.
For numbers this is certain; the reverse
Is sure to none; and yet on this perhaps,
This peradventure, infamous for lies,
As on a rock of adamant we build
Our mountain hopes, spin out eternal schemes
As we the Fatal Sisters[*] could out-spin,
And big with life’s futurities, expire.
[Night the First, ll. 373-82]
Where is tomorrow?
In another world.
By following the connections I arrive
The imaginary museum