As the sun slowly relinquishes the sky to the moon, and we light our torches to better find our way in the dark. Dusk not only heralds the transition from day to night, it signifies the end of one thing and the beginning of another. An unending inescapable rhythm that defines our existence, relentlessly entangled with the passing of time.
For the day is always followed by the night. And the night is always followed by the day.
It is a moment that is neither one thing or another, but both. A moment in which opposites coexist. A moment that reminds us what it is to be human. To be filled with contradictions, in a steady unstoppable state of flux. These moments of dramatic light and beauty profoundly manifest the delicate balance between humanity and nature. Between light and dark. Good and evil. The material and the spiritual. Life and death. The finite and the infinite.