Musings

 
 
 
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 birth
is 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.




 
OneLove
 
:::MME:::
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