But some things are so beautiful that their beauty is universally accepted. Flowers, for example. They don't have to do anything but exist...and that, too, for a brief period of time, before fading away into memories tucked into our brains, or stored somewhere in the cloud.
This flower has definitely faded by now. I snapped it at Galibore, on the 25th of September. But it lives, forever, here: the sunlight shining through it, make it appear as it were aglow with an inner light.
I think memories, photography, and historical accounts are the only way we have of freezing the fleeting, evanescent moments of time.