Bleary eyed and losing the nerve

Light and darkness merge into one long unending miasma and for a moment you pose to ask, will there ever be a time when everything will either be clear darkness or clear light? Night and day have simply lost there distinctiveness and so I labor on not knowing when to start or when to stop. Its cyclical and I guess all of us are somehow and somewhat in the action research-like cycles, you know, cite a critical incident, analyze it and then plan for the future only to suddenly realize that when you were busy analyzing that particular incident, the earth had shifted beneath your feet and therefore you now have to make good of whatever is at hand to catch up. The more reason why sleep and rest have lost meaning. travellar, keep on travelling!