Flux

Pu’u Ohikilolo — Waianae Mountain Range (Oahu)

Keep in mind how fast things pass by and are gone — those that are now, and those to come. Existence flows past us like a river: the “what” is in constant flux, the “why” has a thousand variations. Nothing is stable, not even what’s right here. The infinity of past and future gapes before us — a chasm whose depths we cannot see.

So it would take an idiot to feel self-importance or distress. Or any indignation, either. As if things that irritate us lasted . . . - Marcus Aurelius Book Five § 23