Like a river,
life flows ever
onwards, and
while we may
step from the
riverbank into
the river, the
waters flowing
over our feet will
never be the
same waters that
flowed even one
moment before.
Heraclitus concluded
that since the
very nature of
life is change,
to resist this natural
flow was to resist
the very essence
of our existence.
"There is nothing
permanent except
change, " he said.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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