But sometimes illumination comes to our rescue at the very moment when all seems lost; we have knocked at every door and they open on nothing until, … - Marcel Proust

We don't receive wisdom we must discover it for ourselves.

...But it was above all that fragmentation of Albertine into many parts, into many Albertines, that was her sole mode of existence in me. Moments recurred in which she had simply been kind, or intelligent, or serious, or even loving sport above all else. And was it not right, after all, that this fragmentation should soothe me? For if it was not in itself something real, if it arose from the continuously changing shape of the hours in which she had appeared to me, a shape which remained that of my memory as the curve of the projections of my magic lantern depended on the curve of the coloured slides, did it not in its own way represent a truly objective truth, this one, namely that none of us is single, that each of us contains many persons who do not all have the same moral value,...

Un uomo che dorme tiene in cerchio intorno a sé il filo delle ore, l'ordine degli anni e dei mondi. Svegliandosi li consulta d'istinto e vi legge in un attimo il punto che occupa sulla terra, il tempo che è trascorso fino al suo risveglio.