i often wonder at fear of the dark. where it arises from, why it persists. it has occurred to me that perhaps it stems from something planted within us from birth. from conception, really. perhaps, as we read in The Holy Book of old, we have a natural aversion to it. perhaps it is that instinct of wanting to protect ourselves from what we deem evil.
then again, perhaps it is simply the unknowing of it. though this would make no sense. after all, a backpack bomb by a busy street would, most likely, not be noticed until too late. we have, most likely, ignorantly passed by a murderer in our short lifetimes. simply flipping a switch does nearly nothing to ward away the vile injustice of the world. so why does it seem as though it does?
do i fear it more because i am a woman? because, due to my gender, i am more likely to fall victim to assault of some kind, especially in the dark?
i do not know. i only know that when the sun rises, i undoubtedly feel more secure. maybe it is true: maybe ghosts can only truly persist in the darkness. perhaps i am resurrected by the light.
i think such funny things.
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the shepherd's sword
Random[the things we dare not say aloud] the walls have faces, you know. the angels do not.
