There is one thing I find particularly merciful.
Det finns en sak jag finner s rskilt barmh rtig.
The inability of the human mind to correlate events.
Det m nskliga sinnets of rm ga att korrelera h ndelser.
It's a blessing that we can't understand the world.
Det r en v lsignelse att vi inte kan f rst v rlden.
We live blissfully on a placid island of ignorance.
Vi lever lyckligt p en lugn av okunnighet.
An island in the midst of black seas of infinity.
En mitt i o ndlighetens svarta hav.
And it was not meant that we should voyage far.
Och det var inte meningen att vi skulle resa l ngt.