Black. The home of the unknown. Of the nightmares. Of fear. -------------------------- But what is black? What really is black in its essence? -------------------------- Absence. The absence of all color. That's all it is. ------------------------- Then why are we so uncomfortable with it at best, and downright terrified of it at worst? ------------------------- Is it really because of the unknown? Is it really because of the monsters that hide there? Is it really because of the loss of sight? Is it really that evil for what resides in it? ------------------------ Why then, does everything shine against black? From silver to gold, to even pure white. ------------------------ Black. We're not scared of it because of what hides in it. We're scared of it because of what's *not* in it. ------------------------ There's no color. There's nothing pretty. Just black. ------------------------ When all the bright, distracting colors peel away. We're left with stark reality. ------------------------ Perhaps that's why so many are uncomfortable Because when all the prettiness is stripped off, We're left with who people really are. Who those we trust really are. Who *we* really are. And that, is the scariest thing of all. ------------------------- And those who are comfortable with it, Are either are the most honest of us all, or the only ones who truly know how to hide. And those people, are the scariest people of all.
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