The hour between dog and wolf

[The hour] between dog and wolf, that is, dusk, when the two can’t be distinguished from each other, suggests a lot of other things besides the time of day… The hour in which… every being becomes his own shadow, and thus something other than himself. The hour of metamorphoses, when people half hope, half fear that a dog will become a wolf. The hour that comes down to us from at least as far back as the early Middle Ages, when country people believed that transformation might happen at any moment.

Jean Genet, Prisoner of Love (1986, trans. Barbara Bray)

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Seize the flow!

There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
On such a full sea are we now afloat,
And we must take the current when it serves,
Or lose our ventures.

(William Shakespeare:   Julius Caesar, Act 4, Scene 3)

Through a glass, darkly

—- For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away.  

When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became a man, I put away childish things. 

For now we see through a glass, darkly;  but then face to face.   Now I know in part; but then shall I know, even as also I am known —-

1 Corinthians 13, 9 – 12