Mine is the night, with all her stars
“Every aspect of Western culture needs a new code of ethics — a rational ethics — as a precondition of rebirth.” ~Ayn Rand
And yet, there is no precondition for spring! Night does not hold back the dawn! Winter does not hold a hearing to see if Summer is good and right. Who can control the seasons? Who can master death? If death is a surety, why not rebirth?
“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.” ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
There is a silent beauty in the way that the universe treats death. It is revered, yes, even feared. And yet, it is through death that life is allowed to flourish.
“I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.” ~Vincent Van Gogh
“There they stand, the innumerable stars, shining in order like a living hymn, written in light.” ~N.P. Willis
The Sun rises and the day breaks! Behold, the magnificence! Our lives begin. Working, walking, doing, loving, all by the light of life. It is a game that all take too seriously, yet none take seriously enough. Do we realize the direction the current is flowing? We all play a part. Every man has his job on this playing field we find ourselves. Have we really grasped the elegance of our existence?
However long the night, the dawn will break.