Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
Death is not in the nature of things — it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
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Death is not in the nature of things

— it is the nature of things. But what dies is the form. The matter is immortal.
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