To watch time flow, in easy compartments, is to watch the sun and
the moon battle for the skies, without a sense of wonder, for science
is safe and sound. But to watch time glow, the norturnal and diurnal
romance, is to watch the sky battle for your imagination, with a scent
of the explorer, for the mind’s voice is profound. It’s a love for all
things vespertine that separates the two: What does the night
mean to you and what does it suggest? A life of another kind, or