And this is what is sad when one contemplates human life, that so many live out their lives in quiet lostness; they outlive themselves, not in the sense that life’s content successively unfolds and is now possessed in this unfolding, but they live, as it were, away from themselves and vanish like shadows.Their immortal souls are blown away, and they are not disquieted by the question of its immortality, because they are already disintegrated before they die.