Job 7:6-7 

6 My days are swifter than a weaver’s shuttle
and they come to an end without hope.
7 Remember that my life is but a breath,
that my eyes will never again see happiness.

“How often do I remember that my life is just a breath?”

A little puff and without it ... I’ll be no more.

Between the first one and the last some time is interwoven.

A little space, a little speck ... a little change before …

Jan Wienen