As the Japanese with their cherry blossoms, so many many things in life are ephemeral. A few are not if cultivated, nursed, nourished by some, but the real way though. With genuine feeling not some momentarily exhilarating passion. Repeated episodes...as many as possible. Hurry, the high that is supposed to cure is evanescent. It disappears too soon. Must do it agai and again...

Life is not necessarily ephemeral...Depending on the life we live now, we could come back as a caterpillar who struggles all its life trying to get out of the cocoon. Or is that what this life is all about for many here and now?

Well, if they so choose...