Don't know how this will be received. To explain for once:

We usually keep ourselves in the dark about things. Some guy once said "Often in life we will stumble across some great truth, then idly pick ourselves up and walk away from it."

I was also reminded of the all too real notion of a shadow, darker that the darkness of not knowing. A deliberate blindness beyond thought, a refusal to think, and if thinking, accept. and then to be injected with only the worst realistations. Unable to look away. Nowhere for the mind to go except further into the hole.

When you have run out of things for you hands and bodies to do, for your eyes to see, what so you think of? Ever had an epiphany? Ever had a black epiphany?

The darkest dark, is the internal blindness, for that is a blindness to yourself.

Apologies about the model. Hopefully I'll have someone pretty and young soon (spoke the shadow)




I'll leave you with something by T.S.Elliot.

And we know that the hills and the trees, the distant panorama
And the bold imposing facade are all being rolled away—
Or as, when an underground train, in the tube, stops too long between stations
And the conversation rises and slowly fades into silence
And you see behind every face the mental emptiness deepen
Leaving only the growing terror of nothing to think about;
Or when, under ether, the mind is conscious but conscious of nothing—
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
Whisper of running streams, and winter lightning.
The wild thyme unseen and the wild strawberry,
The laughter in the garden, echoed ecstasy
Not lost, but requiring, pointing to the agony
Of death and birth.

You say I am repeating
Something I have said before. I shall say it again.