The light is lower than it used. There was a time when it was near, yet as of late, o’er in the east I’ve seen and felt it move away. The air grows cold and day is turned to night. And now the only light is but the pale reflection from the sun, whose face we may not see. Yet from the dark, this light reborn will rouse this shadow world to life and westward travels back to us that death may die and light bring life.
“If you are on the wrong road, progress means doing an about-turn and walking back to the right road; and in that case the man who turns back soonest is the most progressive man.” -C.S. Lewis