Then the Blessed One, picking up a tiny bit of dust with the tip of his fingernail, said to the monk, "There isn't even this much form...feeling... perception...fabrications...consciousness that is constant, lasting, eternal, not subject to change, that will stay just as it is as long as eternity."
Aflame with the fire of passion, the fire of aversion, the fire of delusion. Aflame, with birth, aging & death, with sorrows, lamentations, pains, distresses, & despairs ...... Seeing thus, the disciple of the Noble One grows disenchanted. SN 35.28