You don’t know sunshine till it’s day

“Just as many questions might be started for debate among people sitting up at night as to the kind of thing that sunshine is — and then the simple appearing of it in all its beauty would render any verbal description superfluous — so every calculation that tries to arrive conjecturally at the future state will be reduced to nothingness by the object of our hopes, when it comes upon us.”
— St Macrina the Younger in “On the Soul and the Resurrection”