Which dies, making each occurrence temporal. Think of a kaleidoscope, or a snowflake. The fascination lies in the fact that images, colors, and light are constantly in flux. No new arrangement is like any previous one. Were they to suddenly insist on hanging around, they would muck up the flow of new creations. If they were conscious, they might be happy to give up their temporal manifestation for the joy of the next moment, and IT'S manifestation, and not go on permanently in some 'afterlife', because there is no need to do so. That which is manifesting such variety is already permanent, and that which is being manifested emerges from it as form and dissolves back into the formless. All is Absolute Joy, but it's experience is in the Present Moment, and not in some anticipated future Heaven. So what else is there to desire?