We forget how much sculpture is the human art of transforming the bodies of mortals, so imperfect, making them less human, giving to their mortal matter the hardness of immortality. Like a statue, the nymph is transformed and returns to Nature. The anti-fragility of the soul is opposed to the desperation of her essence. The marble opens and all mortal hopes collapse to the ground. The value of life goes back to its origins, to true catharsis. Nothing remains but the sounds of the forest.
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