Everything is in constant flux, from state to state, from good to bad and back again... only in transmutation, perpetual motion, lies truth.
The significance of something lies in its presence here and now. I don't care what it has been or what it will become. It is the experience of things that matters, the confrontation with things.
True realism, materialist realism lies in the search for the expression of forms faithful to their content. But there is no content detached from human interest.