In bright colors and various terms, in various formulations and with many words and hundreds of sentences, sometimes very beautiful and flimsy, sometimes not ... We are talking, alas, about something that does not really exist.
We are trying hard describing our emotions which are temporary. We are celebrating our illusions and proving with foam at the mouth our delusions. While I wonder how many words can be said about the moon? About family? About your child? Only those few: "Beautiful," "I love." Dot.
No matter how hard we try to achieve something in our life, we will have to loose it. Material things, career, social awards... all of them exist only in a mind which is sick of separation idea (ego). There are only few things which will never go because they have never been born.