Is darkness wonderful?

Is darkness terrible?

 

What’s so enthralling about the darkness?

What’s perhaps terrifying about the darkness?

Is darkness symbol of evil? Of disorientation?

Is darkness symbol of fear?

Is darkness symbol of mystery? And excitation?

 

I think darkness must be the proxy for UNKNOWN

This is why it’s thrilling

And this is why it’s terrifying

 

You don’t know what lingers in the dark

And perhaps it’s wonderful

And perhaps it’s horrible

 

Different concepts have different vibes, if you will. They feel different

We of course felt before we thought. Emotions are our older means of processing information, before the conscious and explicit thought

 

So we KNOW what unknown feels like

We feel it in the darkness

We feel it at night

We feel it when the room is dark

When it gets quiet

 

We grasp it when we can’t quite put a finger on it

Something is “dark”

There’s a sense of danger

And a sense of excitement

It’s even when we’re more creeped out than excited, it’s still there

Macabre and horror and ghoulish are stupid and creepy — and still somehow enthralling

The unknown is just too exciting

Especially when we experience it viscerally

 

Unknown of course contains all that you ever wanted,

AND all that you ever dreaded,

AND

of course your very death

It’s… dark

 

Perhaps that’s is also the hidden beauty of darkness:

It’s not that someone actually would be wired to love pain, which would probably be nonsensical, it’s not how pain works

It’s rather than we do have innate capacity to ACCEPT DEATH

And in that acceptance — find peace

And in that peace — find rapture

 

This is what I believe to be the pull behind the DARKNESS

I don’t think it’s evil, obviously

I don’t think it’s depressive, necessarily

It’s OBVIOUSLY not the only thrill in life

I am pretty fucking thrilled about drinking and being merry (mostly just the latter)

But it is one of the thrills

Perhaps it does have meaning