Here comes another one labeled: August 26th. It slides right into your book of life, but is set to vanish in a few minutes.
After all, there are meetings and lunches and errands and things to get done. Of what value is a bookmark about the Infinite anyhow?
What does it really represent; a flash of craziness, a fanciful answer, some abstract connection to bliss?
And . . . what is lost when it vanishes?
If the disappearance of the bookmark leaves no emptiness – the value of what that bookmark represented is zero.