Without night, there can not be day.
Without darkness, there can not be light.
Without evil, there can be no good.
Without hell, there would be no heaven.
Without distance, there would be no togetherness.

Life is a balance... an existence of beauties having contrasting scale.
Each aspect of existence ... life, love, emotion, sensation.... all a delicate canvas of contrasting colour...

Without the beauty of pain and sorrow, there could not be the beauty of love.
Without agony, there could be no estacsy.
Without death, there would be no life...
Without old age, we would not cherish our youth.

In the canvas of existence, this balance, white could not be so without black...
Consciousness could not be so without the compliment of dreams...
Each aspect of life, a beautiful intricate part of the portrait.
The intricate, beautiful darkness of sorrow and pain... it's fine black web,
only serves to contrast the splendor of the brilliant shimmer of joy and happiness...
To learn to see the beauty in both sides... to see the intricate detail of the entire canvas is what Life is.
To know that confidence would not exist without humility,
To know that ease would not be without frustration...
To know that words would be meaningless without silence.

In this existence, this beautiful web of colour and light, there is a contrast to everything.
And so, as I slip into the dreams that this night will bring me,
I know that the harsh reality of tomorrow's sunrise will wake me...
As I taste the sweetness of the water I drink, I know there will be a time when I am thirsty.
As I sit here and type these words, I know there will be eyes to absorb them...
And for each thought I have, i know there will be someone who disagrees.
Such is the canvas of life.