All is life is ephemeral.
Everything is built on imagination and that is based on the figments of our neuronal synapses.
Consider this: everything that is could well not have been had its Originator decided otherwise.
My point is this. Do not fret about nothing.
And remember that…
There is no urge to be doing: being is the highest good.
So build your bloody castles in the sand in Spain or without it.
Nobody is fit to stop you. Who knows, your dreams may find purchase and endure past your mortal coil’s end date.
And if they don’t, that’s ok. Our world is arenaceous anyway.
Götterdämmerung 