Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old.
Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives.
In all creation, be assured, there is no death—no death,
but only change and innovation; what we people call birthis but a different new beginning; death is but
to cease to be the same.
Perhaps this may have moved to that and that to this,yet still the sum of things remains the same.
translation by A.D. Melville