Lunar Ecllipse

A night of another ecllipse is over. God was at his aesthetic best and immensity was shruken down to the levels of dust; its quite difficult to believe sometimes that such a galactic object could be shadowed into darkness in such a short span of time.

I was wondering if "existence" is really a meaningful term. There are certain things around my life without which it loses comprehensibility; certain minor assests I don't even consider are important for me. But when they diverge out, the commotion is easily felt. If I don't know what defines me, how shall I perceive a coming ecllipse.