AFTER SONNET XV speaks of transience of all things in the physical world. Falling leaves and whirling constellations are in constant change. Each moment has its brilliance.
Is it the first law of thermodynamics that states one cannot create or destroy energy in a closed system? That has sort of become my promise of afterlife, we have always been and always will be in one form or another. This painting seems to illustrate the cycle of energy. Really lovely.