Unndór Egill Jónsson - Permanence is but a Word of Degress
Unndór Egill Jónsson - Permanence is but a word of degrees Dear life, constantly compelled to react to continual changes in its environment. Changes called on by the rhythm of time, directing this dramatic symphony of birth and death. Why was the Self created? And permanence, nonexistent except in memory? Someone said that the ultimate form is a sphere.