“Omnia Mutantur, Nihil Interit.”
‘Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman Vol. 10: The Wake
The only constant is change.
Seasons pass and return, each year unique yet similar to its predecessors and future iterations.
A child grows into an adult, yet still retains the essence of who they were even as their body grows then withers over the decades.
Countries rise, overextend their military and budgets, corrupt themselves and collapse century after millennia.
Over millennia and eons the mountains rise and fall as rivers carve the countryside and seas shift their boundaries, remaking the land at an imperceptible rate while maintaining the essential essence of the Earth.
Even the light of the stars, some deceased a dozen billion years still twinkle in our sky.
The more things change, the less they differ.
All is as it was and will be, so why worry about the moment in the infinite?