Molly laughed aloud. "A moving work of art. It will come to look at you."
"You don't die if you stop changing. You'll have been long gone. Change happens after death, nothing stops becoming something else." Molly looked out at the ocean. "She's been there for millions of years, yet hasn't been the same from one second to the next. We try to hold her in paint, and photographs, but you can't. In stilling her she loses something."