“It’s a continuous process,” urges Goethe. It develops for as long as it lives. And although it’s a poppy plant as a whole, it is never whole at any moment. Everything is sequence after sequence. “It is always becoming . . .” says Moritz. “Precisely. Throughout its form, it is always incomplete and changing. When something new develops, something that seemed essential before drops away. In growing,” adds Goethe, “it is always dying.”
