The sun sets in the far west.  We are never at the location were the sun dips behind the bending horizon, we are only able to chase the dream with our sight.  For many people the sun going down is the end of the day, and in some respect it is.  I am not alone in the view that the setting sun is the beginning of the day.

It is a difficult concept to wrap our heads around when we are bombarded with technical information 24 hours a day.  We live in society that keeps time to the billionth of a second.  This unnatural time keeping has caused society to be out of sync with the world.  Modern society prefers to keep it’s rhythm to the ping of a smartphone rather than the song of a cicada.  Our ancestors used the movement of  heavenly bodies to keep time.  They watched the heavens for the their time keeping.

I struggle to keep time as our ancestors did.  Does it make sense for a day to begin in the middle of the night?  I prefer to think of the day from sundown to sundown, when I can.  Even though it goes against what most of society is doing, it helps me to keep connected to my roots in this age of streaming digital ones and zeros.

It is quite simple the sun sets, the day begins.

As the day begins, our lives continue on the paths that we have set for our selves.  I will build a path from roughly hewn stones and earth.  Building the path that suits who I am.  It will be my path to build and journey on.  It is only beginning.

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