In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Truly, it is in darkness that one finds the light, so when we are in sorrow, then this light is nearest of all to us.
We live between the act of awakening and the act of surrender. Each morning, we awaken to the light and the invitation to a new day in the world of time; each night, we surrender to the dark to be taken to play in the world of dreams where time is no more.
There is no such thing as death; life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.
What we have done for ourselves alone dies with us; what we have done for others and the world remains and is immortal.
Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
I think we all have light and dark inside us.
Death is the mother of Beauty; hence from her, alone, shall come fulfillment to our dreams and our desires.
Death is delightful. Death is dawn, The waking from a weary night Of fevers unto truth and light.