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April 17, 2014, 11:11:39 PM
“Darkness” is shorthand for anything that scares me — that I want no part of — either because I am sure that I do not have the resources to survive it or because I do not want to find out. The absence of God is in there, along with the fear of dementia and the loss of those nearest and dearest to me. So is the melting of polar ice caps, the suffering of children, and the nagging question of what it will feel like to die. If I had my way, I would eliminate everything from chronic back pain to the fear of the devil from my life and the lives of those I love — if I could just find the right night-lights to leave on.

At least I think I would. The problem is this: when, despite all my best efforts, the lights have gone off in my life (literally or figuratively, take your pick), plunging me into the kind of darkness that turns my knees to water, nonetheless I have not died. The monsters have not dragged me out of bed and taken me back to their lair. The witches have not turned me into a bat. Instead, I have learned things in the dark that I could never have learned in the light, things that have saved my life over and over again, so that there is really only one logical conclusion. I need darkness as much as I need light.


Embrace of evil is mainstream. In past years, it was a revolting attack on the majority via rejection of their stuffy Christianity. But lately some writers are attempting to move past that and rekindle some long forgotten (suppressed) wisdom.

Re: Darkness
April 17, 2014, 11:23:43 PM
High time, too. Everybody's dying from anti-depressant poisoning.

Re: Darkness
April 18, 2014, 03:31:13 AM
Polarity is the epitome of the process of life- this is the stability that grants existence as a altogether prior essential. This occurs when we avoid stacking 'good' and 'bad' on the world itself. This is "The Will to Power" and Heraclitus's notion of the world as strife.

Experience modulates us in and of itself- our interpretations remain interpretations, not the reality of those events which we instinctively adapt to merely by virtue having experienced them.

To immerse oneself in the rapids is what is 'dark'. The rapids do not fancy themselves dark.