Quote by Giordano Bruno
The beginning, middle, and end of the birth, growth, and perfectio

The beginning, middle, and end of the birth, growth, and perfection of whatever we behold is from contraries, by contraries, and to contraries; and whatever contrariety is, there is action and reaction, there is motion, diversity, multitude, and order, there are degrees, succession and vicissitude. – Giordano Bruno

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