From Ovid’s the Metamorphoses: TheTeachings of Pythagoras Book 15 The sea’s great surges sweep my boat on, All of my sails are spread! I tell you nothing is permanent in all the world. In all creation nothing stays the same, everything is in endless flux, Each wandering shape is a pilgrim passing by. Time is itself a river in constant motion, A rolling stream – and streams can never stay, Hours flow by like water as wave is driven by wave, And each, pursued, pursues the wave ahead, So time flies on and follows, flies, and follows, Always and forever new. What was before Is left behind; What never was is now; And every passing moment is renewed. Not even the elements are constant. Earth is dissolved into flowing water, Water is dissolved into air, and air thins to fire. Fire thickens to air again and air condenses to water. Water can compress to solid earth. The great renewer, Nature, makes form from form and nothing ever dies. Be assured there is no death but only change and innovation For the sum of all things remains the same. |