welcome to the darkness.
there is a world there, beyond the world we know, and it is filled with fire. dripping flame that is placed together like a goldsmith's necklace, intricate and interlocking, a beautiful and fantastical image, replete with the beauty that one would find in charms, animals with horns or small hooves or dazzling feet, and the fire shows up against the darkness.
and one looks at the fire and is amazed by its grandeur, the majesty and awe with which it fills the world. one looks at the fire and sees his face reflected in the fire, crowned with thorns, and one sees that the thorns are only partially consumed, for it is the fire of the burning bush which is reflected in one's very face- the light that one throws off from one's skin, the light that consumes but does not consume.
it is this that terrifies people, this light that has the aura and the radiance of that which burns but does not burn.
but it is not the fire that truly consumes people; it is the darkness that lies beyond it. there, for ages and ages, in an unquenchable mass of beautiful darkness, unlit by constellation or desire, there exists a velvet darkness such as could not be imagined, a darkness that seduces, a darkness into which one walks and from which one cannot emerge.
i have never been acquainted with this darkness