Our ideas, fantasies, and physical sensations—we may think of these as solid things, but they are more like bubbles. They appear for a while, then dissolve. They come, they go. Just like us. Just like everything in the universe. We exist, and then we don’t. Each life, each occurrence, each feeling, every lovemaking, every breakfast, every atom, every planet, every solar system is fleeting. Every form takes its turn on the wheel of living and dying.
