Whether it is possible to apprehend the day as a metaphor of the youth? The evening as a metaphor of the old age? The night as a metaphor of the death? Perhaps … Well, what we have, then? Then, it turns out, that we die and we revive just like Phoenixes, each 24 hours … Everything is simple and difficult at once … Everything is inevitable and constant … Everything is primordial and indestructible … Everything is fatalistic-natural …
