The Dark Is Generous

Its first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath our skins,
our true heart remain shadowed deeper still.
But the greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths,
but in hiding from us the truths of others.
The dark protects us from what we dare not to know.

Its second gift is comforting illusion: the ease of gentle dreams in night's embrace,
the beauty that imagination brings to what would rebel in day's harsh light.
But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion that the dark in temporary:
that every night brings a new day. Because it is the 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 dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the center of its own self.

With each victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.

Bored at work, reading Revenge of the Sith by Matthew Stover

(based on the story and screenplay by George Lucas)