To attempt to hold fast an instant is doubtful
To bind an emotion is unthinkable
To petrify love impossible
It is beautiful to be transitory
How lovely it is not to have to live forever
A choice must be made. Either the pecking devices must accept the bindings of a cycle in which the end will lead eternally back to the beginning, or face their own destruction and dispersal.
Bronze orb containing scraps of burnt paper that will be released slowly by repeated pecking
Ashes cannot be destroyed, burnt or eradicated any further, they can only be dispersed.
But even in a dispersed state, the archive of ashes still retaines its virtual unity as an opportunity for a new collection
