Everything changes but stays exactly the same.

A constant repetition of days, variations on a theme.

I think of composers who brilliantly altered the tune just enough to make the ear confused, but soothe it at the moment of distress.

Nothing is static, life changes eternally.

A loop of circumstances, circle of events.

Dirt isn’t just soil, but teeming with life.

Bacteria, viruses, parasites, creatures.

Coexist in a hierarchy of power, yet the mighty become lunch for the microscopic.

Our lives play out much the same.

Part of the whole and yet a tiny cog in the wheel, we march, we war, we eat, we love.

We die, give birth, fertilize the soil.

We are all part of the larger picture, we only need to take a step back and see it.