Blogging in Twilight

Twilight: meaning either dawn or dusk, but so much more.

The sun is still hiding over one of Pittsburgh's many hills yet and I'm sure it's more than 18 degrees below the horizon. But I can feel the presence of twilight. It is that time when something is ending but another is beginning. Twilight very much reminds me of the Heap Paradox. Let me explain:

If there are X number of grains in a heap, and if there are X-1 grains in a heap, then there can exist heaps of 30 grains, 10 grains, 3 grains, or even no grains at all. This is because if from a heap I remove one grain and it is still considered a heap, there is no science to determine when, after taking away a certain number of grains, the heap becomes less than a heap - or a non-heap if you will. Thus, quantitatively, we have catastrophe.

So twilight is somewhat like the heap in that, to the naked human eye, it is really quite difficult to scientifically determine the precise beginning and ending of a dawn or a dusk. And I'm not stating this because I simply wanted to use the word "non-heap" in a blog post. But I state this because I feel that it is beauty and the illusion of time which confuse and sedate the internal clock of us all. I mean to refer to the moments when you are so absorbed by one thing that it completely grabs your attention and you essentially lose track of time - literally.

Which brings me to an interesting item: the TARDIS, which defies all of these laws. By thwarting the experience of natural time and space progression, the TARDIS manages to (I think) disrupt realize the precision of time and space.

My point [or rather my proposal]: 1. When humans are in contact with beauty (of course relative to one's own definition), they tend to cherish the moment, savor the senses, and if only for a split second, lose all conception of time and space instantaneously. 2. When time and space are disrupted altered, humans may often lose the ability, if only for a split second, to perceive beauty - truly, to its fullest deserving.

So, suppose if we discontinue thinking about how many grains are in a heap. Would we find beauty in a heap? Or at least more beauty than there was before?

My hypothesis: I think so.

And hopefully, by the time we sort out our thoughts, the twilight has not completely vanished into the workday, and its beauty can be admired for just one more minute.

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