Man and the Riddle

What is that which is always becoming and never is? This image we call Time. What are those which are always becoming and never are? This image we call Men And to the voice which they heard coming from the passing shadows, we call it Echo of the conscience. In eternity you can appreciate The diffuse figures of them circling as in dance running about at the Dionysiac festivals, and presenting a strange variety of appearances diffuse as, when rain stirs. Men if the created copy is to accord with the original in order that each of them might attain the highest perfection the copy became the ally of sundry pleasures and satisfactions can´t see the reluctant and unsociable nature of the other into himself. Original or copy. Which was the swiftest to fall? I don´t know, but secretly I am glad to be honored by lesser and meaner people. Although they constantly invoke the aid of gods and goddesses. Men are like the punning riddles equal in number to the stars but just they don´t shine at night. and finally, they merge in the dark Now the nature of the ideal being was everlasting, and ephemeral the nature of common men, moving in the universe of the diverse, A profound theory, although in reality these words are just a random manner of speaking.