The Heads Of Strong Old

Oh Heavy Change. The World Deteriorates Like A Rotting Apple, Worms And A Skin.

I Believe That The Universe Is One Being, All Its Parts Are Different Expressions Of The Same Energy... Parts Of One Organic Whole.... (this Is Physics, I Believe, As Well As Religion.) The Parts Change And Pass, Or Die, People And Races And Rocks And Stars; None Of Them Seems To Me Important In Itself, But Only The Whole. This Whole Is In All Its Parts So Beautiful, And Is Felt By Me To Be So Intensely In Earnest, That I Am Compelled To Love It, And To Think Of It As Divine.

Happy People Die Whole, They Are All Dissolved In A Moment, They Have Had What They Wanted.

We Might Remember ... Not To Fear Death; It Is The Only Way To Be Cleansed.

There Is No Reason For Amazement: Surely One Always Knew That Cultures Decay, And Life's End Is Death.