"The dark is generous.
Its
first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath our
skins, our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still. But the greatest
concealment 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.
Its
second gift is comforting illusion: the case of gentle dreams in nights
embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would repel in
day's harsh light. But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion
that the dark is temporary: that every night brings a new day. Because
it is day that is temporary.
Day is the illusion.
Its
third gift is the light itself: as days are defined by the nights that
divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black through which
they wheel, the the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from
the center of its own self.
Which each victory of the light, it is the dark the wins."
"The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.