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A night so dark with stars so bright, peppering the heavens like silver grains of sand. And a moon resplendent in its orange hue peering down on a slumbering earth. The longest ecliptic transition period we are given to believe portraying the moon in all its glory, all its majesty, all its grace and all its longevity. A planet outshining the sun for this brief moment in time. Never to be repeated in all it's magnificence and duration for decades to come. I stand with my wife and dogs on the stoep in the d ark craning m y head and straining my eyes to drink in the beauty of a spectacle not to be repeated in my lifetime. And as I look I am struck by the very essence of life, of existence, of being. The twinkling stars, many of which have long ago died leaving a legacy of light that will glitter for aeons to come, and the indelible memories of what has been yet will be no more. My mortality struck me like never before on that balmy cloudless night when the moon unveiled its celest...