But such doubt is in conflict with every conviction of the human race. The fact of death is indisputable. Everything passes away. Houses grow old and fall apart, the cars made in the twenties have almost all vanished. Plants are here today and gone tomorrow.
Animals meet a definite and decisive fate.
Man dies and we say he continues to live. The dog, Rover, dies but he doesn't write books speculating about it. When Rover trots down to the corner, he doesn't talk with other dogs about a canine friend who was run over by an automobile. He doesn't ponder whether the other dog is now in heaven or hell. When they are gone, he doesn't make up theories about them.