No single thing abides, but all things flow.
Fragment to fragment clings; all things thus grow
Until we know them and name them. By degrees
They melt and are no more the things we know.
Globed from atoms, falling slow or swift
I see the suns, I see the systems lift
Their forms; and even the systems and their suns
Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.
-- Lucretius
11:53:06 PM 
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