“And though my mind persisted in thought, I didn’t quite mind it.”

Taylor M. Wilson

Currently, I am driving through the Southwest United States on a road trip. Being from the other side of the country, a lot of driving has been involved, most of which, is done in lonesome silence as my partner sleeps. The persistence of thoughts have continued as they always seem too, at times having me wish them away, at others, exploring their ends. I have had bad thoughts, those brought about by the black sun and its shadow, but the scenery I’m experiencing has contested the effects it seeks to have. Something about sitting on the edge of a canyon looking into hundreds of miles of beautiful wilderness grants me a disregard for the feelings that constantly exist.

It is without doubt hard to look past the thoughts that exist without our control, however I think it is possible to engage in experiences that grant you the power to overlook the uncontrollable and take in the senses of every aspect of life that exist beyond the control of the black sun, that can be nothing but of origin of the setting sun. These things in life, places, experiences, people, songs, art, anything that you can see as being that which exists within the last light, the warming glow, of such freeing thing as the setting sun, must be sought out and embraced. But it should not be mistaken, pursue them not for what they are, but what they are from, what they exist within. That, is what grants someone contentment in the eye of such demotivating powers as the black sun. A focus on the thing itself rather than what makes it what it is will give you no way of encasing yourself and your life in the warm light that all these things you seek reside in.

To get back to my recent time on this trip, as I sat on the canyon edge, overlooking everything between me and the setting sun, the thoughts I generally wish away with much effort, could do nothing to alter the feelings my experience was providing. Regardless of the state of my mind not being what some consider “healthy”, I could live my life in that moment, without complaint.

There are things that you can choose to give power to over others, some things that take power regardless of your desires, but beyond all that, is a warm glow, the last light of the setting sun, that cannot be controlled. Not by you or I, not by the black sun.

Thank you for reading, I hope you can understand what I am trying to convey. I know I use personal terminologies but I am working on writing to explain where they come from. Until then I hope you can still enjoy what I have to say.

With all hopes of future joys,

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