Stare up at the sky. In constant motion the atmosphere is never stagnant; the clouds, air, skyscape...it's always changing. No view is ever the same; different angles give different impressions that form whisps of fragments in no one's mind.
Stare at yourself. In a mirror, in your eyes, in your imagination. There residing amongst you, yourself and thou, is a bug's eye view of everything you call life. Reflect upon the fragment shards of the mirror that is your personality; the mercury dripping onto other pieces, a cascade of silver and glass. Amongst the broken pieces that you once called I, is an ever changing image, every second never the same, and once all the pieces fall, they don't fall into place, but into chaos.
You can never return back to what you started with. No matter how hard you try to stick all the fragments together, you will bleed and the mercury will escape, and the little slivers will disappear into the cracked floor.
All you can do is sit back and admire and accept