The night is a strange thing. It keeps us secret but at the same time gives us meaning. It's the yang to the day's yin. I'm always surprised to see how many ignore the night's beauty. Few notice the wondrous formations of the stars or the changes of the moon. They don't see the beauty in the flame of a candle. Instead they hide behind their electric lights, determined to block out the night with their glow. They do not know that the night gives them protection through my brothers and me. They fear night. I'll never understand that fear.