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cyclicity .... herbst goodbye

all expire at once. but I like to think that is why everything that goes around comes around ... the seasons are cyclical. will fall but will soon return. the summer but neither will it take to go. the moon is not the clearest example of all cyclical? identical stages repeated over our heads again and again ...? and the same moon and satellites, does not revolve around the planet from satellites that are over and over again? trains are identical but stepping back routes or not. with the same passengers or not. who cares. only the rivers run. just go. they never return because of back bring other waters. water is not cyclical. is conducting. unidirectional. Plutarch say that we can never cross that river of Heraclitus because this is scattered and together again, and zooms in and out ... and goes and goes. life cycles. cyclicity is not a way of progress? siemrpe not repeated in any particular period? do not have many cycles with the same center? Life is not a sequence of ordered or disordered states is repeated without alteration of the bearing, Ordan or disorderly? Heraclitus

with everything flows, with everything changes, nothing stays with her. with can not bathe twice in the same river tell us that neither the river nor we are the same. the future is the beginning of everything. the fire on and off over and over again. opposites away to meet again. the tension between them creates movement and movement is so cyclical. to peace and war follows peace it again. and the movement back on itself forever. everything starts over and repeated ("eternal return"). but I tend to think that "everything" is always the same.

Fauré autumn song (poem by Baudelaire)
say goodbye to a fall I know when we return. if he returns. if I go back.



plongerons Bientôt nous dans les ténèbres froides;
Farewell, bright light of our summers are too short! I can already hear
fall with funereal
Wood resounding on the pavement of course.

All winter will return to my being: anger, hatred
, chills, horror, hard and forced
And as the sun in his hell polar
My heart will be more than a block frozen red .

I listen with a shudder each falling log
The gallows being built has no duller sound.
My mind is like a tower, which unsuccessful
Under the blows of the ram tireless and heavy.

It seems to me, rocked by the shock monotone, big
clou hate qu'on a quelque part Cercueil.
Pour qui? - C'était hier l'été, voici l'automne! Ce bruit
mystérieux sonne comme un départ.



translation
Soon we will sink into the cold darkness
Goodbye, living clarity of our summers so short! Have you heard
funeral
fall with shocks similar timber on the floor of the courtyards.

All winter is going to enter my being: anger,
Hate, shuddering, horror, work hard and forced
And as the sun in his hell polar
My heart will be nothing but a red block and ice cream.

shaken hear each log that falls;
the gallows being built is not dull echo.
My mind is like the tower that succumbs
Under the hammer blows of the tireless and heavy.

I believe, lulled by this monotonous shock,
That hastily nailed a coffin somewhere.
Who? "Yesterday was summer, autumn here!
This mysterious noise sounds like a game.