An Alchemist In A Quantum Quandary

Man considering the Universe, of which he is a unit Sees nothing but change in matter, forces, and mental states He sees that nothing really is But that everything is becoming and changing Nothing stands still Everything is being born, growing, dying The very instant a thing reaches its height, it begins to decline The law of rhythm is in constant operation There is no reality, enduring quality, fixity, or substantiality in anything Nothing is permanent but change And in the degree that man realizes The existence of the indwelling spirit Immanent within his being So will he rise in the spiritual scale of life Upward and onward Along this scale of life, everything is moving All are on the path, whose end is The All All progress is a returning home At the end of countless cycles of aeons of time The All withdraws it's attention And meditation of the universe For the great work is finished Mystery of mysteries The spirit of each soul is not annihilated But infinitely expanded