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Showing posts with label Ovid. Show all posts
Saturday, May 1, 2021

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit, everything changes, nothing perishes ―Ovid

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  Woman Encircled by the Flight of a Bird, 1941, Joan Miro . So often in life, we move beyond what we imagined we were capable of, and brea...
Saturday, April 3, 2021

re(formation

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. 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...
Friday, July 24, 2015

the sums of things

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. Nothing in the entire universe ever perishes, believe me, but things vary, and adopt a new form. The phrase “being born...
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