Day 18: Contemplating the Dark
When I cannot find a note on my instrument, I close my eyes to hear it.
When I seek the center of a character, it comes in the cloister of backstage.
When I want to taste every flavor, I shut out all sensation past my tongue.
When I lose my sense of direction, I stop to see where shadows lie,
and thus discover the light.
So it cannot be all bad, the dark.
Despite the fear I might feel in it.
“Because no man can ever feel his own identity aright except his eyes be closed, as if darkness were indeed the proper element of our essences, though light be more congenial to our clayey part.”
-Herman Melville, from Moby Dick