If you’d like more context and a somewhat deeper understanding of where and how this post came to be you may want to have a look at my most recent post, though it also isn’t a prerequisite for a comprehensive read of this piece.

This post is my way of reconciling and ‘going forward’ from where I left in my last post.

• I saw centuries streak across a seemingly timeless sky that had not been eroded by history, a sky that held the uncanny youthfulness of an old face, fading away like the bright light of the setting sun and like the sun, the sky turned more vast like time and thus like the ages of time, the setting sun seemed unencumbered by the coming darkness of the night that it brought as it brazenly faced a new day in its unchanging shimmering brightness

• I sat in front of the setting sun with a heavy heart and a darker mind. I was weighed down with heavy thoughts and a heavy presence not of my own with its own thoughts. Unencumbered still by my blackened thoughts the disc shaped sun did not darken, nor did it burn away the rising clouds of dirt. Instead it just moved slowly away leaving the looming night sky to its own despair. A holy arrogance; the sun up there majestically dawned its own crown as it swallowed the darkness on a new horizon, leaving me with my own.

• The sun did not deliver judgement – it merely cunningly passed it and left it to time to bang the gavel. How could the sun pass judgement? The sun offered only the knowing smile of time – a knowing of certainty both good and disastrous, but a certainty nonetheless: a common path and trajectory throughout and across centuries

• And so it is with the ages of time. So I sat there looking at the setting sun, desperately trying not to look away as the brightness overpowered me. Tears quickly welled up in my eyes and I remained unblinking: hoping to catch the good and truth in the bearable brightness, hoping even more for the slow death-march of time. And whereas I saw something new every day in the setting sun, it only acknowledged the familiarity and unchanging wake of the place I was in. Like the ages of time. I don’t remember when I blinked and if the tears fell before or after the sun had disappeared. I do remember feeling contrition and warmth. I smiled.