On
the
Falling
of
Light
and
the
Failure
of
the
Day. Light,
like
all
else,
falls,
yes
it
does. How
does
it
fall?
I
don’t
see
it
that
way. It
falls
by
becoming
something
it
is
not
at
the
end
of
the
course
of
each
day.
It
traces
a
movement
in
hue,
a
motion
in
wavelength,
in
perception,
in
mood.
Light
falls. It
fails
then?
Fails
to
be
the
thing
it
is
any
longer?
You
are
saying,
then,
that
light
fails? Yes,
it
fails.
And
its
failing
is
its
falling.
They
are
the
same
thing,
failing
and
falling,
falling
and
failing.
Sometimes.
Sometimes
they
are
the
same
thing. Its
falling
is
-
-
-
how
is
its
falling
a
failing? In
its
failing
(to
be
light
anymore)
it
(light)
falls
into
darkness.
That
is
what
we
call
nightfall.
You
know
that
expression?
Nightfall
is
the
expression
of
light
failing.
And
we
fall
every
day
as
darkness
arrives.
Fall
from
our
lives,
from
the
unspoken
task
of
living,
from
seeing,
being
wakeful,
manufacturing.
We
fall
like
birds
fall
in
a
dive,
surrendering,
like
fruits
falling
from
a
tree,
and
leaves
in
winter.
We
do
not
choose
it,
but
we
fall
daily,
we
slow,
we
tire,
we
move
towards
practical
exhaustion,
fatigue,
towards
slumber,
we
recline,
become
horizontal,
become
silent
in
our
being,
we
close,
close
down,
close
out.
It’s
slow,
but
it’s
a
fall.
Light
falls,
and
we
fall
with
it,
all
of
us,
to
the
ground.
We
no
longer
know
ourselves,
and
this
happens
each
day,
a
complete
unknowing,
an
ungrasping
of
all
that
has
been
held
and
determined,
shaped,
learnt,
made
dear.
We
fall,
like
the
light,
like
stars,
like
people.
We
can
only
fall.
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