Our physical being. I find this strange
Upon what meat doth this, our Falcon, feed that he has grown so great?
Once again, from far above the shallow ground of the ordinary world, has the ever-soaring Falcon dropped his peregrine wisdom to fall atop our little heads.
Falcon, your Parmenidean instincts prove true: Being is permanent, unchanging, true, and real – It always Is. Wise Falcon, you are right to question the "being" of the physical body: bodies undergo change, perish, and disappear. This is transience and transformation, from one state to another. Let us not forget the penetrating thoughts of Heraclitus, who famously claimed: Nothing is permanent but the changing hole of Tbombz’s incorrigible arse.
