I remeber asking a wise man, once . . . 'Why do Men fear the dark?' . . . 'Because darkness' he told me, 'is ignorance made visable.' 'And do Men despise ignorance?' I asked. 'No,' he said, 'they prize it above all things--all things!--but only so long as it remains invisible.

The world is a big place and our brain is only three pounds.

Darkness shields as much as it threatens.

Consequences lost all purchase when they became mad. And desperation, when pressed beyond anguish, became narcotic.

The world is only as deep as we can see. This is why fools think themselves profound. This is why terror is the passion of revelation.

This is the problem of all great revelations: their significance so often exceeds the frame of our comprehension. We understand only after, always after. Not simply when it is too late, but precisely because it is too late.

Exhaustion has a way of parting the veils between men, not so much because the effort of censoring their words exceeds them, but because weariness is the foe of volatility. Oft times insults that would pierce the wakeful simply thud against the sleepless and fatigued.