Imagine to Remember

Pure light and dark are alike, in that they are totally blinding. Limited & human we can only live in where there is shade, contrast, where forms can be distinguished, we live in the mixture of light and dark, not only the literal sense but by the principles which govern us. Much can be said to malign the dark, the dark not only associated with the feminine but also all things if not totally wicked at least murky, chaotic. This is no coincidence. But the darkness is not evil, the darkness is blessed. Dark is the womb, the night sky, deep waters and fertile earth, darkness is a home. And this what I crave, this where I come alive if only to myself, slinking and dancing, a nocturnal creature feline, and listless. In the depth of the night, when cool air cloaks me, when if only for a few hours or moments I can feel again that I am the only person in the world, as I once was alone in the darkness.