If it's a drop of dew, it will dissolve.

For me, failure has to be acknowledged, needs to be faced in some way.

Shakespeare, of course, makes us ever aware of transience, not only in the sonnets, but also powerfully in his plays - spectacles for a brief period of time and then gone, as when Prospero describes the pageant fading, leaving "not a rack behind."

I can't remember the past, or I can't see very clearly, or I've gotten older and the person I was isn't there anymore, and the place I grew up isn't where I live now.

Our mind is dark in some way, and so we use rhetoric as a kind of prop or foil.

Gardens do offer a temporal tableau and certainly mean differently in different eras and indeed geographies (think of the formal gardens in France).

I can't move my body slowly. I can't move the line slowly. So I end up with way too much, often opaque to me later.