Seneca, Epistles 91.11

ID: 4322EB51-9E92-4F4C-827A-4346D2C2E124
TRANSLATOR: Long
CATEGORY: [[id:34D5954D-0135-49E8-901F-84FD3A21113D][Perspective]]
AUTHOR: Seneca
TEXT: Epistles

Nor is it only the work of our hands that falls away, only human constructions that are overturned by the passage of time. Mountaintops crumble, entire regions have subsided, lands that were situated far from sight of the sea have been covered by the waves. POweful volcanic fires have eroded the hills through which they used to glow, radically reducing the once-lofty leaks that were a comforting landmark to sailors. Since nature's own works are not unassailed, we should not complain about the destruction of cities. They stand only to fall: this end is waiting for every one of them.