You have to be able to recognize your truths in the daylight before you can find them in the dark.
Anyone and anything can survive the daylight. It's night that's the hardest to live.
Every trace of the passionate plumage of the cloudy sunset had been swept away, and a naked moon stood in a naked sky. The moon was so strong and full, that (by a paradox often to be noticed) it seemed like a weaker sun. It gave, not the sense of bright moonshine, but rather of a dead daylight.