In the enchanted language of the night it is a well-known idiom that there are ten thousand words for darkness, but it is not meant as a challenge to the skill of lexicographers; no one who truly understands that language would ever undertake so pointless a task as cataloging and precisely defining its vocabulary while the reality of midnight-windswept-hilltop-grass-smelling-rocky-love-entangled-resting-place-field-of-shimmering-starlight-graced-cricket-sounds is there to be experienced. It was only when the first heart failed to understand that dictionaries were born.