The seasons, in fact, teach us two lessons that both steady and chastise: all things must pass, and all thing shall return. They tell us that every new beginning brings us closer to an end, and every elegy has within it the echo (and the promise) of a future celebration. They say that love that seems eternal now may soon be a distant memory; and that a new love may come along to revive our sense of eternity. They teach us that suffering is inevitable, and in that inevitaility is a constancy that helps take the edge off suffering. We cherish flowers more than evergreens, precisely because they do not last.

Pico lyer, "Springtime, Here We Come", TIme (1996)

hahaha.......i took it from the rj 1999 paper....tot it was....errr......i forgot the word....haha........going to study now........