The wisdom of the night is sensuous and dark and ecstatic. It is the wisdom of the joyous gulp, the stolen kiss, the whispered truth. It is the wisdom of moments whose happening becomes instantly eternal and timeless. It is the bursting open of the soul.

The wisdom of the day is slow and steady. It is the caretaker, the long haul, the watching over. It is the certain step one after the other. It is the seasons that came and the ones that are to come. It is the wisdom of the finite as we stride towards the eternal.

They are two wisdoms.

And they are one.