Before Bed #4

The trouble was that he was without imagination. He was young and quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significance. It was fifty degrees below zero, he judged. That impressed him as being cold and uncomfortable, but it did not lead him to mediate upon his frailty as a creature of temperature, and upon human frailty in general able only to live within narrow limits of head and cold; and from there on it did not lead him to the hypothetical field of immortality and human's place in the universe.