MY EPITAPH. “Nothing perishes in this world; but things merely vary and change their form. To be born, means simply that a thing begins to be something different from what it was before; and dying, is ceasing to be the same thing. Yet although nothing retains long the same image, the sum of the whole remains constant.” (Ovid, Metamorphoses Book XV, 8 AD).
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