Me this unchartered freedom tires; I feel the weight of chance-desires: My hopes no more must change their name, I long for a repose that ever is the same.

There is an aura of changelessness to sport. There is the flux of competition, but it occurs within the ordering confinement of clear rules.

Everything that has been is eternal: the sea will wash it up again.

Happiness is never really so welcome as change-lessness.

So many social changes are as irreversible as the reaction when sodium is thrown into water.