The sand in the hourglass stands still yet flows, the night descends yet recedes. Time stands still yet flows, the end of life arrives yet retreats. In the cycle of nights, under the starlit sky, is the equally radiant light of the Narrator. The fool says, “Wisdom is like an oasis in the desert,” but the wise say, “Wisdom is the sand in the desert.” It is fluid, changing, inexhaustible and never-ceasing. Under the cover of night, she opens the blank volume once again. Is it empty? No! It is vast and infinite — Scheherazade