Aria Izik-Dzurko

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when time 450 With its strong hours has marred them, and the limbs   Have fallen beneath its blows, the intelligence   Limps, the tongue rambles, the mind gives way*,   All fails and in one single moment dies. 455 Therefore it follows that like smoke* the spirit   Is melted into air, into thin air,   Since with the body equally it is born   And grows, and dies when old age wearies it.
On the Nature of the Universe
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