If a phenomena truly exists it is either one thing or many things. No phenomena can be one thing because no phenomena is a single thing, it has parts. It has a front, a middle or a back, a beginning, duration and end, etc. Neither can it be many things. Each of the parts can themselves be divided into smaller units, ad infinitum. We never reach partless units to serve as building blocks of time and space. A string has extension, a moment has extension. Therefore all phenomena do not exist from their own side, they are like dreams, reflections, echoes, fictions, images and appearances.
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways, Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears, I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmèd fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, And unperturbèd pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat - and a Voice beat - More instant than the Feet - ‘All things betray thee, who betrayest Me.’