The feeling of the sublime is, says Kant, the bitter‐sweet combination of fear and utter security that one experiences in the face of, for instance, the night sky or the raging torrent. Fear of what? Fear of – this, I suggest, was Kant's seminal insight – death. But how can these feelings co‐exist? Surely the one cancels the other out? Schopenhauer's great insight, I argue, was that the...