Thursday, March 18, 2010
When the abyss stared back at me, I saw an unutterable sadness, a black heart stone which had replaced Pandora's hope after the doubts and terrors had fled. The loathing and nightmares were protections, I realized, from the inexorable illness at the core of the universe, at the center of our each universe. And I picked it up, and turned it over. It was heavy. And on the other side was no redemption, no reconciliation to illuminate, explain, or allay the black blood that pulsed through the capillaries of time and space. And even the black despair was but a shield against the pervasive sadness.