I just had a horrible thought about the tsunami in Japan, and all the destruction it brought, all in a matter of a few minutes. I was imagining a mother getting upset about the mess in her child's room (a favorite subject among mothers). One moment she is chastising her child for all the Unordnung and reminding her child of the virtues of tidiness and order, and the next moment everything (including the house!) is washed away, hook line and sinker!
At the time of the tsunami, most of the children were certainly at school, so such a scene was probably not played out anywhere in the tsunami-stricken area. But it just illustrates how all our daily worries and tribulations are of such a transient nature, all fleeting and short-lived, though at the time these worries engulf us, it is difficult see through them.
