“Things are not really things, they are processes, they are in flux. They are like fire, like a flame which, though it may have a definite shape, is a process, a stream of matter, a river.”
Ich weiss, dass ohne mich Gott nicht ein Nu kann leben:
Werd’ ich zunicht; er muss von Noth den Geist aufgeben.
I know that without me God cannot live for an instant:
if I perish he must to give up the ghost.