Although nature often drastically alters objects, looking closely can reveal a wealth of information, piecing together past and present, raising questions about the embodiment of transformation AKA Day Twenty-Seven

Change is the only constant
All of us are forever moving
Passing through each millisecond
Or so we believe. We tell ourselves
The person we were yesterday and
The person we will be tomorrow are
Connected by the person we are
Today, but what if all those
People are all their own
Selves, each one singular and
Alone? What if we aren't
Engaged in a cycle of eternal metamorphosis?
What if time is just a serious of moments, a constant
Destruction and recreation?
Nothing as obvious as a
Phoenix and the flame, but only because we cannot see
Down to our quarks and there
Are limits to the speed of life which
We cannot go beyond