Noctuary

What passes in the night. I can ask anyone why the night is "beautiful"; and man the cliche imagery comes rolling out lol..*moonlight* taking the cake, as even my romance-is-for-wusses dad's first answer was that lol. But we won't talk about moonlight..it's a weird adornment placed above us and is a topic of it's own.  Anyways, the calmness of night seems to win hearts..the tranquil buzz, where we have no bustling to be distracted by from thoughts reflecting on ourselves.  Many like that. They like being able to think about themselves, and then drift into thoughts and dreams they don't find the time to otherwise. But no one seems to know why the term "noctuary" was coined. What is so significant; so poetic, about that which passes in the night? The night is when Afsana is alive..no, not energetic and ready-to-do-stuff kind of alive. More like my conscience comes forth with more clarity, more alertness...more sensitive. The noctuary is what I always think about when I can't sleep. Somewhere, very different from the city, there are people...tribes..animals and such, passing only at night, when most are temporarily dead; sleep is a death of sorts :P you are incapable of saving yourself at that moment= death of sorts.  Some pass by in the night to live..they can't be seen, they can't be heard, they just need to move until they have to hide in daylight. And then some pass simply because that's when they are meant to live; to hunt; to enjoy what life has given them.  How euphoric; the thought that many see light in the sun; and then some, see light in the darkness.  I think I just found out why I don't want to sleep much at night; I want to see the beauty of day and night all of my life :) bahaha OK. Enough philosophy (I'm going to puke) but don't feel bad for not being able to sleep; we only need very few hours of rest to survive healthy, as long as it's a few deep hours. For every hour you can't sleep, and when feel out of place for it, think about the noctuary..the lives that only begin once the cities curl up in slumber. It'll fill your mind with stories; with wonders; and with questions...it is a great remedy to solace.  But the best part? When we have no answers to the questions we create....yes it's frustrating; but the night has just left us more humble. Humble with the fact that we can never know as much as we would like to think; about life. XO