posted on Nov, 10 2016 @ 02:33 PM
I walk the Earth and I stare at the night, in all of its Darkness. Why do I not feel fear?
Fools have spoken so loud, their words weaving a tapestry of illusion. The only thing I fear is the fool who believes he is wise. So perhaps the
silence of the night is the wise answer to men's folly? If so, then maybe this is why I have nothing to fear from the night.
In fact - what better music than silence to comfort from the dissonant mass of discord? What better shade than darkness to soothe my eyes from the
blinding shine of insanity?
As I walk the earth in the night I cannot help but miss the colours of the day.
Why is that?
So many wars have been fought under banners of red, banners of yellow, banners of blue. Men have made colours unholy, the most destructive weapons
wear these very colours as a flag upon them. Darkness is the only haven for a mind which seeks safety from the obscene symbols created by men.
As I look up as the starless sky I suddenly realise something. I am so, so far from the heavens. Have I just been tricked into dwelling in Hell? All
the creatures fear the night, this is universal, this is reason - if I do not, does that make me insane?
Oh, now I have just remembered something. As the thought floods my mind, in I see it - so clear, so beautiful a truth.
Darkness is indeed the dwelling place of my soul. Only from afar can I behold the heavens in all of their vastness. Do you not see it? The colours -
they are not symbols of human madness, they are the silent testimony of men's inability to form more complex ideas. The dissonant souds of lies and
follies are but a powerful, tragic, epic symphony - listen closely! Never resolving, its melody is letting you know what truth is not.
It all unfolds before me! Standing on my island of darkness I behold the seas of perdition, of expectation, of hope. How could I have been so blind?
This is Heaven - the place where souls fall so to learn how to fly.