Dusk, a time when the certainty of light relents to the uncertainty of darkness for those diurnal… when the toils of the hours past acquiesce to rest and ponder… if daylight is the time for techne, the rigours of subsistence that subsume a large part of existence, the night begets poiesis, one where the body can rest as the mind takes over…

Those in the folds of dusk, a transition twixt the two, expectedly find themselves in the middle of a conundrum, trying to maintain the individualistic nature of things and thoughts in futility as everything around them unbundles the overwhelming desire to become one… while day is driven by the need to differentiate between life and death, night enunciates the indifference of both in the context of the larger cosmos…

Dusk, then, promulgates caution to the wayfarer caught in between… one can venture out to seek travails that embolden the spirit but only once the existential foundations are secured… of being and wondering about being, cruel strokes of nature that tear life apart interspersed with the realization that destruction precedes creation… elegies spurring epiphanies as the sun winds up for the day…

Some turn to the divine, seeking answers to fears of the darkness in devotion, incantations echoing inside stone chambers, bouncing against stony gazes of idols… for all its criticisms, placing faith in externalities to counter externalities doesn’t seem too bad an idea, especially when considers that the tenets of logical thought can only go so far…

Then there are those who fill up gluttonously on dusk to get through the night, gnawing away at the last dregs of light to contemplate on the sense and senselessness of what surrounds us… dusk makes one resign to the ways of the world, in a way that is not despondent with life but appreciates its fragility and transience… Walk while ye have the night for morn, lightbreakfastbringer…

Musings on dusk…