In kings, mollusca, and toad-stools, life is one thing and the same.

The Philosopher Dumdi pronounces it a certain febral vibration of organic parts, operating upon the vis inertia of unorganized matter.

But Bardianna says nay.

Hear him.

'Who put together this marvelous mechanism of mine; and wound it up, to go for three score years and ten; when it runs out, and strikes Time's hours no more?
And what is it, that daily and hourly renews, and by a miracle, creates in me my flesh and my blood?
What keeps up the perpetual telegraphic communication between my outpost toes and digits, and that domed grandee up aloft, my brain ?--It is not I; nor you; nor he; nor it.