There is no permanence in life. That is, many settle for something that cannot be grasped/clung on to. Including religion, for spiritual warfare is endless. It is like a phone call, and one hangs up after getting/giving the message. Always, there is a comfort in naming, labeling, or sticking to temporary conditions, leaving some, or most of us living in “permanent” shells of self-creation. Time is a verb, not a noun, metaphorically. Doing, kills fear. Nature gets it. Lao Tzu got it right, hundreds of years ago. This isn’t about patience as a noun, too. It is not until that bridge is crossed, that even in retrospect, anxiety/worry disappears, gone, behind us. Nouns slowly build imaginary warfare weaponry/attire around humans, and lull us into believing anything exists. It just is. Lest the battle is symbolic, and not actionable.