Nil igitur mors est ad nos [1]
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It almost sounds silly, to say in the least.
The way simple evenings can dispel inhibitions. The period ensuing the setting of the sun proves far more intimate than the day. It can be difficult to come across any sense of serenity in darkness, but it's justifiably harder to not lose yourself in the etheral temptations. There is no resisting the intangible embrace of the cool evening.
The beauty of night is the illustrious effect it takes on the soul. It lulls the restless spirit, quelling the tumultuous mind with the serene silence and luminescent grandeur.
Sitting there, staring into the endless night. It's hard not to detach from the absurdities presented in their reality when the night was a magnificent, lofty space to roam freely and independently as far as the eye can see. This overwhelming wanderlust can almost become mistaken for a recognizable feeling of nostalgia, the familiar naive feelings that seem to sensationalize every minute detail. That gave your youth the hunger to reach out, to learn and to understand the ever-expanding universe that is always glows right above the palm of your hand.
When they reached beyond the ether, the collective giants gather to witness the daily grandeur of their freedom. To be unbounded by any force, it was but an envious fool's dream to defy the laws and practices enforced by these powerful forces.
But to be released. To leave the present to receive some gratuitous form of reprieve.
"From what?"
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[1]Lucretius' De rerum natura
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