It is human nature to look to the past. To the road we have travelled. To what has, so far, defined us.

It is human nature to be mesmerised by that past. And to forget our purpose, our destiny. We desperately sought solace in those kindred spirits, but it was not to be.

We all imagine ourselves the agents of our destiny. Capable of determining our own fate.
But have we truly any choice in when we rise? Or when we fall? Or does a force larger
than ourselves give us our direction. Is it God, who intervenes and decides our fate?

We sought God in a time of light, in a moment of great joy. Yet it is now, when the sun begins to set, that we seek confirmation in God's embrace.

We have given, and we have taken. But when it came to the end of days, we're loath to accept that it has all come to nought. Here's an old poem I read once, just to ease the lack of clarity.

When the cold of Winter comes, starless nights will cover day.

In the veiling of the Sun, we will walk in bitter rain.

But in dreams i can still hear your name.

And in dreams we will meet again.

When the seas and mountains fall and we come to end of days,

In the dark i hear a voice calling me there,

I will go there and back again

Auf Weidersehen, even though I don't want it to be so.

and I Think God Can Explain