out of context #11

"and because we have nothing but this floating slab of dirt and ice that we cling to, we wish for this, our one life - this fleeting minute in the face of the rainbow spanning the spray and vapor of the abyss - to be a happy one, that we'll be given the abundance of earth, the short time it manages to carry us, the only, if pathetic, mercy we have been awarded." - my translation of this week's sentence on out of context by the great friedrich dürrenmatt.