We follow the descending sun to witness the rebirth of nighttime. We let loose our laziness during the long afternoons so we can tame it in the vast hours of the starry lateness. We are the children of creation and so we put life into creation. We obtain inspiration through the shadows of night, through the glory of moonlight, through the drunkenness of humanity. We find meaning in the state of solitude, in the form of contemplation, in the search of serenity. We are constantly looking for the divine and so we strive for the unattainable, filled with aspirations of love. We live in a world of ideas, and our universe is boundless.
We are the night owls.