Walking in the garden I see nothing but impermanence from the flowers to the soil and insects… the light, temperate, moisture, periods of existence rise and fall. The broken part is the human element. The stone constructions, iron, paving… all attempts to create something permanent. Yet we know that rarely anything remains after the fall of a civilization but ruins.
But its not the failure of structures to last.
It is the need to go against nature and be permanent.
Even mountains erode into the sea.
People desire something they cannot have. And thus they suffer.
Longevity, riches, notoriety mean nothing. They are intangibles.
Life is impermanence.
The garden is built for the flower, not the wall.