"Light is dying to the west..." "An end to another day..." "Leads us all to wonder, how many are left..." Are all so melancholy, gloomy, depressing, sad, typical of our predictable way of assessing our situation. Sunset here is sunrise there. Going is always coming. The end of the rainbow fails to imagine the continuation of the rainbow underground connecting to the beginning of the rainbow on the other side of its "end." Light going out here is light coming on somewhere, maybe here-- if we settle into the darkness and look to see what it has to show us, perhaps in the nighttime dreams waiting to enlighten us for the low, low price of exploring what they have to say. There is always more to be seen than is seen, and everything is a vehicle of illumination when looked at in the right way, asking all of the questions that beg to be asked, saying all of the things that cry out to be said, and seeing what's what even now, even yet, even so... The road goes on, and never ends. Ever. For those with eyes to see.