Bon Nuit

I find it strangely unsettling that no matter how long the sun has set, the sky still burns purple with our presence. There is never any peace, and very little rest. Due to the nature of night impeding upon our capacities, we have had to crowd around miniature man-made suns, in order to elongate our hours of productivity. Because of the human empire's increasing size, and the the work needed to maintain it, the day encroached upon the night.

Bit by bit we are loosing the mystical experiences found in a limited and altered appearance of the world, as noted by Carlos Castaneda. As i drive into the city at night, it looks as though an infant celestial body is crawling out of the womb that is human aspiration. The lack of a pitch black sky implies that the sun has not left us for long, or is soon returning.

No longer are the "pinholes in the curtain of night" imbued with vibrant imaginings, the power of gods, or used to understand all that exceeds us. Now we stream the universe, and tag the constellations. i do not know if i am meant to mourn or rejoice