I can never look the same way at the same thing twice. Everything changes. The thing itself changes, but my own mind changes in relation to the thing also: my perceptions are never the same. Everything changes in real time, space, in memory, in relation to the weather, through moods, per my physiological condition, in the context of my creative disposition. Therefore one thing is as interesting as many things, because they contain the same multitide of things. Whitman's multitudes. A thing stops moving only in the present moment. A looked-at landscape is already a memory. A memory is as real as a looked-at landscape. Notice also how they never match.
"The landscape commits suicide every day"