Ariel, Prospero's angel, muse, creative spirit, is singing:
Full fathom five thy father lies; Of his bones are coral made; Those are
pearls that were his eyes: Nothing of him that doth fade But doth suffer a
sea-change Into something rich and strange.
I think this song sums up the ecology of the human spirit: we do change, transform, transmute, die, if that is the word you want to use, but always into something better, richer, stranger. How supremely hopeful this song is!
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