Everything is in constant change. While time is the measure I use to keep track of change, the increments are something people have invented. There is no way to freeze the moment, and “now” is all there is.
All things are in motion, the mountain, the wood of my house, the growing plants. The land on which I stand is moving. My bed, out of which I rose this morning, is in a different place from where it was yesterday morning. Everything that exists is real because it is in relationship with something else, and that relationship constantly changes.
Nothing is static. There is no permanence.