At
last, the sun will set a minute later on this evening.
It’s
not the solstice yet, and daylight lessens still
because
the sunrise still is later too,
but
when the light is dim
we
tend to grab at what we can.
Such
is the way of the world.
Unmindful
of what we really are,
yet
subliminally aware of what we are beyond appearances
and
its precipitous diminishment within the mind,
we
blindly latch upon whatever object,
physical
or conceptually otherwise,
that
helps to fill the gap we intuitively know exists.
It
never works, of course,
because
the gap is both an infinite one
and
nonexistent on the very same occasion.
Similarly,
the sun is never really setting.
Its
light is ever-present, omnipotent and diamond bright.
It’s
just the world that’s in the way.