I ask you...

Have you ever been haunted by an ineffable unrest in the evening, when the shadows lengthen and you see around you visions of alternative worlds? Worlds that might have been had you chosen differently, or had the eyes to see. Do you ever fear that you are blind and you do not even know the particular variety of blindness that affects you, so that you will go through your life not having known what you have missed, oblivious to whole universes that are just a touch away? Have you heard the exquisite lament of worlds that have gone to dust because you failed to look up; worlds that live and die in glances and whispers; worlds that are made and unmade by the dust that rises when the wind blows; the world of rhythm and purpose beyond your own making, intersecting and mingling with your own interpretation of reality, the connections waxing and waning, like the phases of the moon, in rhyme with the beating of your heart?