A small Latin lexicon:

Omnia: L. all, everything. accusative neuter plural

Omnia mors aqueat: Claudian, de raptu Prosperinae 2. I was bitten by a rat yesterday, a nasty little wound near the second knuckle of my left index finger, right where the blood vessels round the corner. Bled like a mother, which is not a bad thing considering the bacteria. Streptobacillus the most likely culprit, so I got a tetanus shot and some big ol’ antibiotic pills. I am reminded of a friend of one of my professors who had trained an owl to pluck a mouse out of his hand. One night the owl’s talon pierced the glove and in days the man was in a coma from viral encephalitis.

Omnia iam fient fieri quae posse negabam: Ovid, Metamorphoses (?). My second time in the Urgent Care waiting room while here at Berkeley, waiting to have a small and not very painful bite looked at. The time before that was the day after she dislocated my shoulder three times in one afternoon. I remember what she wrote me, too: I hope they tell you how we can cuddle and kiss without hurting yourself.

Omnia mutantur; nihil interit: Ovid, Metamorphoses 15,165. I suppose I ought to have seen it sooner, what kind of distance a new city and a new job would create, and perhaps I would have been better served by letting it happen instead of fighting. But the truth is I have never been so certain of anything.

Omnia mea mecum porto: Cicero, paradoxa Stoicorum 1, 1, 8. Good old Tom Waits: Anywhere I lay my head, I call my home.

Omnia amor vincit: Vergil, eclogae 10, 69. Perhaps. Sometimes the answers love gives are the hardest ones to take (VoL).

Answers: Death makes everything equal. All that I thought could never happen has come to pass. Everything is subject to change; nothing dies. Everything I need I carry with me. Love conquers all.