There is harmony in the tension of opposites, as in the case of the bow and lyre.
Even sleepers are workers and collaborators on what goes on in the universe.
Greater dooms win greater destinies.
Everything changes and nothing stands still.
If you went in search of it, you would not find the boundaries of the soul, though you traveled every road-so deep is its measure [logos].
Nothing endures but change. There is nothing permanent except change. All is flux, nothing stays still.