The most beautiful time of existing is October dawn. The change of seasons is so.. alive.
so full of an urgency to prepare for and survive the winter,
but such a peaceful resignation for the nature-death that's approaching.
what would we do, if we didn't have the capacity to appreciate these things?
to understand the beauty of a sunrise
or to revel in the spectacle of a lit-up city skyline?
Humanity would be so lost...
we have so much lifetime to use,
and only so much of it can be filled with work or sleep before the body begins to feel the strain.
Without the love of beauty, of symbolism, of other people, of words and pictures and all these things,
we would just.. wilt.
into the short lives of pure instinct that we evolved out of.
aren't you glad, in the vaguely-lit wee hours of the AM, that you have this capacity?
to at least find something beautiful in the sleeplessness?
to make it all make sense...