In the end, nothing lasts.
Nothing is forever.
Nothing and no-one can be saved—no matter how wonderful; no matter how happy; no matter how important; no matter how significant.
Everything disappears into the vastness of history.
Sure, I get it. But I can’t grasp it. It’s beyond comprehending. I don’t think I’ll manage to comprehend it before I, too, disappear into the vastness of history.
It’s like the infinite—too formidable a concept for the human mind to manage it.