In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
Such evil deeds could religion prompt.
Fear was the first thing on Earth to create gods.
All life is a struggle in the dark.
And part of the soil is called to wash away In storms and streams shave close and gnaw the rocks. Besides, whatever the earth feeds and grows Is restored to earth. And since she surely is The womb of all things and their common grave, Earth must dwindle, you see and take on growth again.
Under what law each thing was created, and how necessary it is for it to continue under this, and how it cannot annul the strong rules that govern its lifetime.