Tuesday, December 4, 2007

In Night's Quiet

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

One of the things I love is nighttime. I am more of a night owl then a morning lark. To me night time is a sacred and spiritual time. It is a time of revelation and discovery. A time when a spiritual being may have announced to a young girl, her role in bringing forth a light to help guide this world...

Sting, "Gabriel's Message":

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