Every time I see the sun go down another time,
\nAnd feel the coolness of the evening come over me,
\nI think to myself how good it is to be here
\nWatching the sun give way to the evening.<\/p>\n
Then some other part of me digresses for the moment,
\nThinking about how many poor unfortunate souls
\nAre missing out on the experience of the end of another day,
\nWho aren’t watching the sun give way to the evening.<\/p>\n
For the experience of it all is paramount to the value of each day.
\nFor those who value each day gone and look forward to the next,
\nThe ritual setting of the sun becomes a tool for keeping order
\nOf one’s life, prioritizing one’s values.<\/p>\n
For it matters not from where you see the sun go down,
\nBut that you see it and are thankful for the day.
\nThat day is gone and will never be replaced.
\nWhy waste the day?<\/p>\n
Those who have wasted the day and are not grateful for its passage
\nDo not rejoice in the day gone, that they will never get again.
\nInstead, they lose their priorities,
\nthinking activity the superior to pondering and being.<\/p>\n
Being for being’s sake is the ultimate expression of being human.
\nThe human being is for being’s sake, the ultimate expression of life.
\nBut this ultimate expression is finite in time and space.
\nThere is a perceived beginning and a presumed end.<\/p>\n
We perceive the beginning of each human’s being,
\nBut not the beginning of being itself.
\nTherefore there cannot be any being that is itself not human
\nNot confined by time and space.<\/p>\n
I let the sun sink slowly down and am thankful for another day,
\nI am thankful that I have pondered yet another time,
\nhave breathed ten thousand breaths,
\nI am thankful, that I am one day closer to understanding,
\nEven though I understand no more.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Every time I see the sun go down another time,
And feel the coolness of the evening come over me,
I think to myself how good it is to be here
Watching the sun give way to the evening.<\/p>\n
Then some other part of me digresses for the moment,
Thinking about how many poor unfortunate souls
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