Nothing retains its form; new shapes from old. Nature, the great inventor, ceaselessly contrives. In all creation, be assured, there is no death – no death, but only change and innovation; what we people call birth is but a different new beginning; death is but to cease to be the same. Perhaps this may have moved to that and that to this, yet still the sum of things remains the same. ~ Pythagoras. Ovid, Metamorphoses translation by A.D. Melville (Photo by Zena Holloway)