Up and then down again, from light to dark, from thin to thick. Whatever comes about in time departs with time and cannot be what was sought which is what is outside of time and unvarying in presence. The mind does time with so much flair, but you are not the mind, you are what makes mind possible. You do the mind as blindly as the mind does time. In a way there is nothing sweeter than this embrace of being, even when it is bitter-sweet, or maybe even more so then. The silence, the night sky, breathing.