Symphonica: Movement IV

Why is darkness and black always associated with evil? Why are we still afraid of the night? Such a copious force in this world, it is hard to deny or remonstrate such a power. Yet, however much fearful, we are fascinated and enthralled by the umbrae all around us. From the beginning of recorded history, the overflowing pantheon of ancient times. Nyx and Erebus, the primordial Greek goddess and god of night and darkness. Al-Qaum, Kuk, Nótt. Every culture had its personification.
Even in modern times darkness is feared. Edward Hyde, Dracula; all creatures of the night. Evil, demonic. Despised.

74% of the universe consists of dark energy, an unknown variable in our otherwise so well understood plane of existence. Such an abundance of it and we attempt to deny it exists, that it can be found in all places.
In a zealot’s prayers or in the pealing gold foil upon the rood. In the saturnine revolutions of the seasons or in the whispering admonitions of a friend’s arcana. Even behind and within our own softly nictitating eyes, slowly blinking this swirling truth into forgotten corners.

Perhaps it are the evil and dark ones of our world who truly understand. Mass murderers, dictators, thiefs. Maybe they are the ones who have accepted the energy within their being and are what mankind is supposed to be. The way we were meant to be, were it not for our repression of the inherent night of the cosmos. An hereditary trail of pulsating darkness within the helix; a deep black core of awaiting discovery, if only we had the courage and enough guilt to dive within this pool of shimmering obsidian mercury. All I can do, is jab the knife on which is written my history, one inch further towards my heart.