sometimes i feel alone even though i'm not, or only temporary. always i feel temporary, and there are more things i don't understand, in the world, as time goes on, and even inside me, in my mind, and more, in my body. 
when i get down, i see mister and i feel his happiness, and i wonder, does he feel temporary? he isn't under any illusion, and he knows how his body changes, and changes him, he's changing, but i don't think he feels temporary, because i don't imagine he's bound by time the way us humans are. he feels time, he waits, anticipates. he feels time move in and through him and move on. i imagine he feels time continual, beheld, another element like water, suspending him, flowing as he flows. 
i said this morning that love is never forgotten. we may forget, but not love. love moves in mysterious ways, like memory. memory knows loss, and forgets many once essential things, but love will stay beyond forgetting.