If the being's memory is bound up in the events of the past, the attachment fuels change in what has not happened. Completed in the old being, the action is followed by the awareness whose memory builds it. Each step resembles the new, unborn that experience which is hardly desired. One by one the old delights itself in the elevation of the spirit of that experience whose likeness recurs in the eye of death. Grants the repetition of meaning an inside in the outside, honours the grace of things with no resentment. Hardening in the gaze of seeing, the word of action is superfluous in the experience of the old, whose newness carries the uniqueness of every moment.