I have been afraid of the dark since I was a little girl. I now know what it is that I have been afraid of, and it hasn't made me feel any less inclined to venture into it, even with a light to guide my way.
Since the opening pages of time, human's have feared the night, the darkness that has hidden and created the black unknown. It is a deep instinctive fear, a fear that drove human kind to create its own light to hold back the creeping fingers of night.
What hides in the darkness? Nothing. The ever deepening nothing that is greater than all our fears rolled into one. To head into the darkness is to head into a death like no other. I have seen this darkness, and I have seen what this kind of darkness can do to people.
Can we do anything against this eternity long threat? No. It is here with us always and will be here when everything has gone. The darkness needs nothing to exist, requires no great power to act against us.
Even God bows down to the darkness.
When time permits I will post more on the darkness, my thoughts, and my fears. We all share them, and they all come from the same primaeval source. We are the same you and I, and one day we will both fall victim to the darkness.
I sip my scotch, turn another page in my book (Leaves of Blood) and make sure I have a spare globe should my bedside lamp go out. It will be morning soon, and the darkness won't be able to get me.