In the peaceful repose of a quiet evening twilight, rest and relaxation takes hold by purposes of ther own design and within that design efforts beyond imagination come to fruition to help and guide us in perfect symphony of spirituality. Emblazoned with hope, the imagination withers and dies, falling away to our disinterest. Captivating our full attention, we seek to reside within our own set boundaries where none can know us but know of us. Alone at last, we remain as we have always been. Alone at last, we realize that in aloneness we are in very good company.