As the blank infinite, inky perfection, star-lit, wrapped as shield and home... you are comfort. You are love. You are all that is natural and good.
Mother night, mother heart right, mother of comfort's sight, stay with me the days that become years. For it is easy to see when the sunshines, but you are moon and starlight, not caring for the chill of space and void. Mother knight, mother heart write.
In comfort, comes fortitude, the strength to reenter the desolate lands, to leave protected walls and return with healing hearts; to welcome them to our fort and prove that love is our forte.
Come for tea; come for comfort; come for the sweet rest of the loving vibe. Get comfy with no fee. Leave with pockets full, ever welcome to return to the gaily lit gates, night and day, escaping the ones who maid it, until your amour is once more repaired.
In the absence of truth, comfort is a delusion.
Yet is that delusion good or bad? Well, that depends on if the intention that produced the "comfort" was emotionally indifferent or well rooted in true love.
Let us expand on this point a little more...
As with many ethical and philosophical points the output or result has everything to do with the quality of the input. When we look at the relationship of truth vs. delusion we can ask if the intention was rooted in love emotional indifference. Why? Because they respectively give rise to either virtue or vice. If the truly loving thing to do is truth, then you tell the total truth, nothing hidden. Yet if that would cause pain for no purpose, then the loving thing to do is to provide comfort even if it contains elements of delusion (or lie).
In short, we all need a firm grounding in the truth, yet the kind truth that takes account of love and comfort rather than the brutality of a life without cooling shadows. For in that truth is the way of peace for all. It is a peace born of a more mature stand-point.