In the gathering gloom, all things come back to their source. The approaching dusk confronts us with the reality. There is no safe haven to run to, no way of going back. Yet, there is a quiet comfort, a gathering silence that only the crickets split. It is then when we realize the darkness isn’t so bad. This is where we reunite with the source. There is a certain calm about it. Sages ask us not to ask for they do not possess such answers. No answers are needed.