Is there a significance we cannot measure?
Is there a meaning that does not fall victim to the thoughts that compose us?
Can we identify without clinging? Can we identify without anything?
Do not all currents of the mind eventually subjectify? Do not all currents of the mind eventually die? Do not all streams of belief, meaning, and significance through the passage of time become unbelievable, meaningless, and insignificant?
What then remains? What then.