How many of you take a look at a sunrise or sunset and say it is beautiful, but, 'I have seen this before.' And then awakening is sometimes no more different than saying that there will never be a sunset like this. Because even though the sun may stay the same, and the trees that it shines upon may stay the same, and that beautiful golden orange color that it emits may stay the same, and the water that the color bounces off may stay the same. I would never be the same. Never. Who I was, what I was yesterday, I am not that today. And what I am today, I won't be that tomorrow. I will have changed. So the question then becomes - do I accept that or not?