Sunday, September 2, 2012

meditation on death






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.






~Pythagoras
Ovid, Metamorphoses
translation by A.D. Melville



1 comments:

alixe said...

wonderful. nothing new under the sun, eh?
thank you for the beauty.