A man is a very small thing, and the night is very large and full of wonders. We wake in the night, to stereophonic silence. Tomorrow night is nothing but one long sleepless wrestle with yesterday’s omissions and regrets. Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows. You can’t stand up to the night until you understand what’s hiding in its shadows, By night, an atheist half believes in God, Music is moonlight in the gloomy night of life. ~