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For the arrival of a stillborn baby is a futile thing, and its departure is in darkness; its name is [forgotten,] covered in darkness; and although it has never seen or known the sun, it is more content than he is, without enjoying himself, even if he were to live a thousand years twice over. Doesn’t everyone go to the same place?

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It comes without meaning, it departs in darkness, and in darkness its name is shrouded. Though it never saw the sun or knew anything, it has more rest than does that man— even if he lives a thousand years twice over but fails to enjoy his prosperity. Do not all go to the same place?(A)

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