Once I dreamt about time. Some entity which identified itself as "Tetra" appeared in it. For whatever reason, I understood it to be the Tetragrammaton. The details are blurry, but I remember vividly that I woke up exclaiming "I am Change" out loud. Time is change, and what changes is this eternal moment. Change is in a sense, the only constant, the only truth. Everything else is transient. Theres little sense holding on to anything at all, be attached to anything or resist change. Everything changes. In trying to hold on to anything, we invite feelings of pain and loss.