Whether we can believe that nothing valuable is ever wholly lost in the
moving stream of time, we need not say.
«19 No matter how we try to tell ourselves that each moment has its value regardless of its endurance, we can not be indifferent to the fact that the
running stream of time bears away all that we cherish.
A call that resides both in, and transcends beyond, the created, temporal order; and a response that is «borne along on
the stream of time» and which «returns at [God's] call and appears anew.»
All of these are yin activities - where we allow ourselves to float in
the stream of time without DOING...
Some moments are exceptionally beautiful and some are exceptionally tragic, but the one thing that remains constant is that life will continue after these ripples in
the stream of time.
The chromatic dis / harmony in paint, and the friction between these rivulets of colour summons up a quite different (ir --RRB- reality, matching the glimpses of infinity behind the slashes in Fontana's monochromes; as the action of gravity, magnetising the flows of paint, closes or widens the gap between
these streams of time and the space that opens whenever they part or fail to meet.