Tibetan monks spend days constructing sand mandalas - intricate, geometrically precise, extraordinarily beautiful.
Colored sand arranged grain by grain into sacred geometry.
And then, when they're finished, they destroy them.
Impermanence is not tragic. It's the point.
The mandala was never meant to be forever.
Its completion is the moment of its release.
Every transaction has this quality.
It is complete in itself.
Real, verifiable, final.
And then: done.