The dark is generous.
It's first gift is conceament: our true facs lie in the dark beneath our skins, our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still. But the greatest consealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but in hiding from us the truth of others.
The dark protects us from what we dare not know. It's second gift is comfrting illusion:the ease of gentle dreams in nights embrace, the beauty that emagination brings to what would repel in day's harsh light. But the greatest of its comforts in the illusion that the dark is temporary.
Day is the illusion.
Its third gift is the light itself: as days are defined by the nighrs that divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black through which they wheel, the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the centre of its own self.With each victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.