Being cynical by nature I have found myself musing over the beauty we often come across.  Butterflys come to mind. If you stand still in a garden and reach out your hand, you might have the momentary pleasure of having one these beautiful creatures land in your hand.  What you understand immediatly is that she is there only for a moment and then gone. But in that moment your able to look, watch, and take in all her beauty and elegance before she diappears. You cant keep her, you have to let her fly away. The great thing is, if you stay there with you hand still open long enough, another beauty might land in you hand for you momentary pleasure. This is a great hobby isnt it? especially when you learn the rules of the garden....