death is but to cease to be the same...

Winter Scene by Birgit Presser

"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