“The human soul is like water: coming down from the sky, rising up to the sky it has to go down to earth again: an eternal exchange.”
My free translation of J.W. Goethe’s poem “Gesang der Geister ueber den Wassern”

By Detlef.
Alas: we should be careful with the word “eternal”, as even the source of all energy on earth, our sun, has a past, a present, a future – and an end, as this fine work by my friend Tim Grosvenor shows.
Or might even the end of the sun be just a passage within the “eternal” circle of life, the start of something fresh and new like a clear drop of water?