This is not uplifting. It’s pushing through the crowd into the void. It’s the only direction. Toward the understanding that we are falling apart.
Emerging from the wood is escaping. Going in is coming out. The sun once shined and now it is blocked. Blotted out. A constant prehistoric need. There is no going back. Every way is forward. Enlightenment sparks, crackles, fizzles, sputters, then vanishes. Darkness grows forever.
There’s nothing to be alarmed about. Enjoy the view on the way up. It doesn’t get better on the way down.
