Ferment

The garden is - as ever - a wealth of life: a ferment of greenery and flies, birds and song, sunlight patterns on leaves: myriad changes in which each moment is entirely and absolutely different from any other in the world's story. 

Here is my key point: the ceaseless difference at the core of existence: the ever-new.

Were there ever to be a recurrence it would surely signal the end of this world. 

There are repeat elements, for instance the nodding of a branch in the wind, the structure of the song-thrush's call, the form of a daisy flower. But this all happens within the frame of the phenomenal present, which is a process of ceaseless self-differentiation. Every instant is utterly new in detail, unrepeatable.