transitory

I want to be a transitory fallen, lifted up by virtues every time.

O, worldly pomp, how despicable you are when one considers that you are empty and fleeting ! You are justly compared to watery bubbles, one moment all swollen up, then suddenly reduced to nothing.

Sit here, so I may writeyou into a poem and make you eternal.

Nothing is perpetual in this world. Not even your everlasting soul!

Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting, but his flesh will have gotten up and left him. Water is like flesh. Water will not stand still. It is always off to somewhere else; restless, talkative, and curious. Even water in a covered jar will disappear in time. Flesh is water. Stones are like bones. Satisfied. Patient. Dependable. Tell me, then, Alobar, in order to achieve immortality, should you emulate water or stone? Should you trust your flesh or your bones?

It is odd that the Bible says, __od created man,_ whereas it is the other way round: man has created God. It is odd that the Bible says, __he body is mortal, the soul is immortal,_ whereas even here the contrary is true: the body (its matter) is eternal; the soul (the form of the body) is transitory.