We love illumination.
The unknown is a scary enemy
And imagination only worsens the fright.
The dark is always out to get us
With the terrible monsters it holds.
We beware the bite,
The scratch
That might be the end of the story.
We also fear the empty continuing.
The possibility of the never-ending,
Empty void beyond our sight.
Will we run forever,
Only to see that dark space grow?
Are there no boundaries to this vast void?
We run into the dark with our lantern.
We try to light it all up.
We must know what is out there.
Like the child in the dark forest,
We’re scared and we just want to see.
But it merely grows.
We’ll never see it all.
However, let’s not take the stance of the angry villager
Running towards a monster,
Torch and pitchfork in hand.
Let us be curious instead,
With the demeanor of the small child chasing a butterfly,
Full of wonder.
After all, we are put the children of this vast Universe.