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Here is a passage from a novel called "Rogue in Space" by Fredric Brown.
【CALL HIM by no name, for he had no name. He did not know the meaning of name, or of
any other word. He had no language, for he had never come into contact with any other
living being in the billions of light-years of space that he had traversed from the far
rim of the galaxy, in the billions of years that it had taken him to make that journey.
For all he knew or had ever known he was the only living being in the universe.
He had not been born, for there was no other like him. He was a piece of rock a little
over a mile in diameter, floating free in space. There are myriads of such small worlds
but they are dead rock, inanimate matter. He was aware, and an entity. An accidental
combination of atoms into molecules had made him a living being. To our present knowledge
such an accident has happened only twice in infinity and eternity; the other such event
took place in the primeval ooze of Earth, where carbon atoms formed sentient life that
multiplied and evolved.】
(To be continued)