The Book Of Night Six

(V) I have no use for a blanket, however beautifully it would wrap itself around my Dreams. I have Night itself to shelter me: I am more likely to be broken or lost than cold. I just imagine my ancient past as a hairy beast, grunting rather than complaining, and immediately I feel animal warmth rise and spread through every joint and crevice of my body. As for that concern of so many waking hours, human loneliness, the Night is older than the need for another. Dreams themselves vary in value since that first dream showed Adam his future bliss and he rejoiced in anticipation of something utterly new. Wonders are still borne upon the winds. You have Night's majestic Panorama: it has replaced both warmth and companionship.