Every night at the Grand Canyon a gentle war takes place. It has been waging since time began and light and dark began their eternal struggle for supremacy. It is a slow battle, with one side gaining the advantage and ultimately and quietly subduing its opponent, only to find that hours later the battle turns and the subdued becomes the victor.

It is about light and dark, the passage of time, and ultimately the constancy of the never-ending quest for balance and harmony. Although it appears there are winners and losers, with one side gaining a moment of superiority, it always balances out and what is left is the merely the moment that exists now.

It matters not whether one is a participant or a spectator, whether you believe the outcome was just or flawed, or that it is fair or unkind. What matters is that the outcome is faced and the realization made that this is how the world works and you must make your peace with it. Tomorrow’s another day. And so is the day after that.