The tall lighthouse greets the night, it’s full mission on earth realized.
Like the ticking of an endless clock, the light beacon flashes through space and time, shining far across the miles of ocean moods. Never ceasing, never still. Bright illumination roving and searching and attracting and warning, far from it's own imprisonment on the tiny, lonely rock it calls home. Solitary in it's own importance of coastal navigation.
Through light, darkness, summer storm and winter blizzard, time marches and life keeps pace. Physiological clocks tick eroding the short passage of a human age. Year after year the only constant is change. Seasonal moods change with the tilt of the planet and the call of the wind.
Night envelops the moment and the crisp clear sky unveils forever. As if riding across the milky way on another world one can reach out to the universe and the star clusters just beyond grasp. Across the cosmos, time and space is infinite. Time has no beginning, no end. Eons pass undisturbed in the stillness.
On planet Earth time travelers measure the moments of human existence based on the daily revolution of the globe and Earth's trip around the heavens. The globe turns and the cold blue of twilight undresses the dawn.
And still the great light revolves.
A faint hue of orange glows across the hemispheres, strengthening as the great ball of sunshine rears it's head out of the cold ocean like a hungry dragon bursting fiery light toward land, beginning it's ascent and celestial journey across the sky to light the new day.
Thus the reason for the lighthouse is extinguished until night returns and the great cycle is resumed.
"You can't help getting older, but you don't have to get old."
- George Burns
"...and you finish off as an orgasm.”
- George Carlin
The years teach much which the days never knew."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
“Anythin' for a quiet life, as the man said when he took the situation at the lighthouse”
- Charles Dickens
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
- Robert Browning