I was standing at a point that appeared to be the most beautiful site i´d ever seen.

They sky was a deep orange and threatening black clouds floated heavy in the last remnants of the days pale blue sky.

Nothing at this moment could have been more perfect – more breath taking.

Except a thought…

The thought pulled at me and almost toyed with me – ruining any hope I had of really enjoying such a view.

As a child, as teenager, as helpless romantic and young adult - sunsets provided assurances for dreams, and sunrises inspired them.

Until one day, I realized something, something I had never paid attention to before…the sun never rises or sets. It is constant, and only the worlds spin give us such an illusion as a surise or sunset.

Does an illusion negate the moment as such – I don´t know…that´s the struggle.

When we open our eyes, how will we view the world…or better yet…how should we view the world.

Do we believe in the illusion?