Forever between today and tomorrow, suspended in presence. Infinite darkness mingling with perpetual light, like shadows photographing a mirror.
At first the beginning is closer than the end. Suddenly the finish has left the start far behind.
What is the measure of now? Who can hold the moving hand, the cell dividing again and again? Where does the universe locate the particle that waves as it disappears and reappears on its random path?
Who can draw the map that connects never with always?
The remainder of
dusk meeting dawn. What mortal
can enter the stars?