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There are few commonalities Between man, woman, child, but sunset brings with it our forced surrender to the moon. Mankind's boundless control, unrelenting and constant, rages come daybreak but loses power in the dark. Is there any greater proof of this nightly disorder than the presence of dreams? In a world ruled by science few mysteries remain how much more so an enigma of the mind. Sleep is a chasm of loss, cutting our mortality in half. With such a finite number of waking hours, the pressure to actualize is tiring. I often daydream about travel. If I could be anywhere in the world, I would want to be anywhere in the world. Yet, here I sit, (my existential clock ticking timely) waiting for the night to live a life too fantastic for the day.