All comes out even at the end of the day.

Boast not thyself of to morrow; for thou knowest not what a day may bring forth.

Daughter of Time, the hypocrite Days, Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes, And marching single in an endless file, Bring diadems and fagots in their hands; To each they off ...

Day of wrath that day of burning, Seer and Sibyl speak concerning, All the world to ashes turning.

Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge.

For then shalt thou lift up thy face without spot; yea, thou shalt be stedfast, and shalt not fear: Because thou shalt forget thy misery, and remember it as waters that pass awa ...

Is not every meanest day the confluence of two eternities?

So here hath been dawning Another blue day; Think, wilt thou let it Slip useless away? Out of eternity This new day is born, Into eternity At night will return.

The day are ever divine as to the first Aryans. They are of the least pretension, and of the greatest capacity of anything that exists. They come and go like muffled and veiled ...