Night must fall

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Night must fall. Which is perhaps only to say that our planet earth, rotating on its axis, has reached a point where we, in this country, are facing away from the sun. Not quite as romantic as 'night must fall', is it?

Ah but it is the truth, this axis rotating business. The scientific truth. And it is a useful truth. But perhaps we can have 'scientific truth' and 'poetic truth'. A line from a popular song sticks in my mind: There's a warm wind blowing the stars about/And I want to be with you tonight. Well, that's daft - we all know the wind can't blow the stars about. So why does it sound so right?

And here's another: And now the purple dusk of twilight time/Steals across the meadows of my heart

Doesn't make sense. But maybe sometimes we need a bit more than 'sense'.

Anyway, I am having a cup of tea, then, before the earth rotates much further, I shall go to bed and enter that state where the conscious part of the brain goes off-line. And, no doubt, I shall again experience the phenomenon we call 'dreams'. Sometimes I wonder where the images and 'stories' come from.
All explainable, of course. It's the brain, doing a bit of housekeeping.
Yes but...

Here's a couple of lines from The Black Obelisk:

The best jokes in this world are made by serious, practical men. Nevertheless, let us praise reason, but let us not be too proud of it, nor too sure.