Dissolving is the representation of the deconstruction of being. At each event that marks us, in some way, a new cycle is created. A new "self" is remade. Always dissolving in the emptiness of our existence and reinventing itself in it. I think one of the graces in living is this. We learn a lot from pain, without romanticizing, but it is the truth. And art provides us, at least, to find beautiful in something that hurts us so much.