A rare experience of a moment at daybreak, when something in nature seems to reveal all consciousness, cannot be explained at noon. Yet it is part of the day's unity.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Only that day dawns to which we are awake.
When you work alone at home, time can become shapeless. There are no eleven o'clock meetings or afternoon coffee breaks. The light outside may clue me in to what part of the day it is, but if all is going well, the hours bleed together.
A chief event of life is the day in which we have encountered a mind that startled us.
Nobody knows what either sleep or waking consciousness is, even though these two have long been seen as the two sides of being: part of life's unvarying diurnal rhythm.
Every day is a surprise. There are confirmations of an interconnectivity and synchronicity which inspire, titillate and confirm the inherent comedy of the universe.
O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.
I've always thought 'Today' is an iconic staple of morning life.
The dead of midnight is the noon of thought.
Each time dawn appears, the mystery is there in its entirety.
The unconscious mind has a habit of asserting itself in the afternoon.