Victory puts us on a level with heaven.

Life is one long struggle in the dark.

What came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.

Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

All things obey fixed laws.

[N]ature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another's death.

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.