“Of bodies chang'd to various forms, I sing:” such is the first line of Metamorphoses, the title of my favorite book as well as the "borrowed" Latin version of my favorite word in the English language, metamorphosis. Ovid was a poet of enormous artistic caliber, that much is a given, but in writing this Book of Transformations I believe he also became a scientist. Who else can appreciate the beauty of change more than one who, being intimately concerned with understanding the rules that govern our universe, is routinely forced to face its transformative nature? After all, it is because of the moon's phases that we can appreciate when it appears at its fullest in the night sky; even the rock-solid ground, static in its appearances, changes ever so slightly across the eras, resulting in the timeless gaze of awe-inspiring mountains. Even in Augustus' times, Ovid understood the inescapability of transformation as a direct result of time and expressed that very scientific idea at its core using the mythical power of gods as a crutch. And weren't all gods created as an attempt to understand a universe that provides no ready answers? With the advent of time, what were once fantastical theories far removed from the truth became the science that we know today. Such is the beauty of metamorphosis: it not only touches upon what Physics aims to study but also upon the science itself.