This whole thing about certainty and perfection came out (amazingly) in an another bus trip... Dunno why but bus seems to be the only mean of transportation where I can ponder deeply about stuffs (apart from motorcycle, obviously)... There was nothing more interesting thing to do other than watching the pine forest beside the road as the bus taking me (painstakingly) closer to home... Dusk never fails to captivate my eyes... More than the night does, and certainly more than daylight does... Dawn is nice, yet dusk seems to be warmer and a lot more mysterious... There's one similarity however... My most tranquil part of the day has always got something to do with the position of the sun above my head... Both dawn and dusk.. Dawn and afternoon for me is like the birth and the death of the sun... Genesis and Revelation... The beginning and the end... Dawn marks freshness... It's when the history, triumphs and defeats, laughs and tears of yesterday are all washed out as the sun...