Should he? Shouldn’t he?

There he was staring into the black abyss of the open sea; the waves strolled down to his feet and went away, the moon gathered its pride and shown its articulate presence onto the abyss once in awhile, making it not black but gray and sometimes silvery lines that glistened on the waves. But this wasn’t the story of neither the moon nor the waves. This was the story of him pondering whether or not to perpetuate on his work. Should he continue? Or should he bring one of his favorite past times to an end to make room for his other endeavors?
He mulled it over knowing that an answer would soon be in his grasp come the dawn of light.