It is its very evanescence that makes life beautiful, isn't that true? If we were doomed to live forever, we would scarcely be aware of the beauty around us. Beauty always has that element of transience that is spoiled when we draw clumsy attention to it. The great haiku poet Basho wrote, "How blessed is he who sees the cherry blossoms fall and does not say "Ah, time is passing."
He has let go of all such concepts as time passing in order to enter deeply into this moment.