The thunderbolt directs the course of all things. If there were no sun, it would be night. The sun is new every day. The seasons bring all things. If all things should become smoke, then perception would be by the nostrils.
Souls smell in Hades.
For then, said he, all things would pass away. From what draws apart results the most beautiful harmony. All things take place by strife. Hidden harmony is better than manifest. Let us not make rash conjectures about the greatest things.