Channeling your life into chasing an illusion makes you into a wax figure ; it cannot move you, it can’t heal you, it can’t nourish your soul. You become a derelict artefact ; a poor attempt at making the fleeting stay. No matter how you beg, the clouds move on in the sky, and eventually get dispersed by the wind. Its allegiance is not to the sky or the earth, but to the thin air it was initially formed from. And even that is at Allaah’s command.
Only Allaah brings forth what’s lasting from the feeble structures, and only He can bring about any benefit from what’s inanimate. Only Allaah knows the substance of what we’re easily impressed by.
وَتَرَى الْجِبَالَ تَحْسَبُهَا جَامِدَةً وَهِيَ تَمُرُّ مَرَّ السَّحَابِ صُنْعَ اللَّهِ الَّذِي أَتْقَنَ كُلَّ شَيْءٍ إِنَّهُ خَبِيرٌ بِمَا تَفْعَلُونَ
And you will see the mountains and think them solid, but they shall pass away as the passing away of the clouds. The Work of Allaah, Who perfected all things, verily! He is Well-Acquainted with what you do.