In this world there exist ideas as grains of sand; I see the grains of sand and understand them. I can grasp their meaning as they fall through my fingers. I see beyond the grains and watch how they flow together in a stream and I know why they are flowing; the pattern is clear in the moment in which I observe the stream.
Understanding is all I am allowed and only as I actively observe. I cannot act on the knowledge or take it with me. It slips away from me as soon as I turn away and life moves on. I am in the neck of an hourglass watching as time passes away.