And on a related note...

This poem gives me the chills. And usually I don't like stuff like this because I gravitate towards stuff that's less structured and rhymey, but this just works. But it's on the subject of permanence.

"Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,

There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,

And in the twilight wait for what will come,

The wind will moan, the leaves will whisper some,

Whisper of her, and strike you as they fall,

But go, and if you trust her she will call.

Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal--

Luke Havergal."

from "Luke Havergal" by E.A. Robinson

And this from something a bit more modern:

"...grateful for the world, which purposefully puts divisions in place so that we can overcome them, feeling the joy of getting closer, even if deep down we can never forget the sadness of our insurmountable differences."

from Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer