Friday, June 12, 2015

death and renewal


There is no thing that keeps its shape; for nature,
the innovator, would forever draw
forms out of other forms. In all this world—
you can believe me—no thing ever dies.
By birth we mean beginning to re-form,
a thing’s becoming other than it was;
and death is but the end of an old state;
one thing shifts here, another there; and yet
the total of all things is permanent.

Metamorphoses, Book XV
Allen Mandelbaum translation

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