This is the way life works, one cannot escape from this cycle of “metempsychosis” as Ishmael cries out. This “rebirth” the protagonist speaks of is once again brought forth when he recalls the temple of his royal friend Tranquo’s created out of a whale carcass. As he walks within it he notices how the whale’s bones are being “woven with the vines; every month assuming greener, fresher verdure; but himself a skeleton” (450). This once again establishes a cycle where “Life folded Death; Death trellised Life; the grim god wived with youthful Life, and begat him curly-headed glories” (450). It also exemplifies how nature in this life cycle reclaims what is theirs and goes back to its peaceful