Saturday, October 14, 2006


It is sometimes nice to be in the dark. Enlightenment requires a heck of a lot of batteries. Sitting in the dark can be pretty peaceful.

I haven't always felt this way. When I was little, I was afraid of the dark. When the lights went out at bedtime, I pulled the covers over my head. Eventually, I allowed my nose to stick out. I eventually accepted that some demon wasn't going to rip off my face and pulled the cover down to my neck and exposed my whole head. I did get my mosquitoe bites on my eyelids, but that's another story.

Bottomline, I learned to accept the dark. Sometimes I even prefer it. Or I prefer dimly lit environments. There is nothing like soft light and shadows to soften reality.

It dawned on me (no pun intended) that some of you may be thinking I am referring to light and dark in a metaphorical sense here. You are thinking that light represents reality and darkness a delusional veil of fantasy that dulls it.

Not so.

Hey, don't use that denial crap on me. This is my life and my blog. I know when I'm being metaphorical or not.

I just like the dark.

I do.
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