One That Doesn’t Change, That Always Stays The Same, Is Only Condemned To Wither. Constancy Is Not A Virtue, But Weakness Clad In Stillness. Demolish But Behold The Debris. Destroy, Dissever, And You are Halfway Through. Join, Compound, Create Anew, And You’re Back At Zero. It’s The Perpetual Embrace Of The Opposites, The Creator Of Harmony That Is. And Behold… Birth Through Fire Is, Or Should Be, And Death Not Through A Great Fall, But After A Great Leap… To The Fire. An Eternal Return That It Is.
