Fear of Death begets
Fear of Life. Reason remains
our only solace.
Reason is not how
you first got lost, but use it
now to find yourself.
Childish fears of things
unknown. Imagination
feeds our misery.
Imagination
is also how we find truth
when morning returns.
Why should it be so?
Imagination differs
between dark and light?
Because reason loves
the light, and becomes hard to
find when darkness falls.
But fear not the dark.
Reason is your sword, and truth
your torch at nightfall.
And when morning comes
you will laugh at the stories
told in the darkness.
And love the tellers
for their childish ways, and
chide them to grow up.
They will cling to
their stories, as children do,
but hold fast, they grow.
Some day soon, not soon
enough, we will all laugh at
the dark, and our fears.
