The Light That Stains The Darkness

Lilith had always sought for her solace in the place where others found their fear; for Lilith loved the darkness. Even as a child, she had refused to sleep with the light on as, contrary to most children, Lilith could not be consoled by the presence of her daily reality. Instead, she welcomed the night, as what she saw, in the depths of its oblivion, was the infinity of her imagination. She always hoped that one day, the darkness might divulge its secrets – for Lilith very much believed in things that go bump in the night. She was convinced that ghosts, aliens and suchlike must exist as accounts of them have existed for as far back as humanity cares to go; that the supernatural must be real because it was around long before these modern fads of science and skepticism came to shoehorn themselves into our psyches. Even the merciless tyrant of Logic can’t dispute the existence of images depicting these spirits and ‘strange visitors from the sky’, that have been discovered through the ages, painted on anything from canvas to prehistoric cave walls. And there aren’t just pictures, either; there are stories too, tales of the unbelievable, the inexplicable; and though the styles of both these mediums may have changed with each passing culture, their content remains the same. This, therefore, formed the backbone of Lilith’s defense against skepticism: that there must be a strong seam of truth running through these depictions – something of substance to bind them all together – as if they really were nothing more but mere delusions, they would’ve died out long ago. You see, to Lilith, our ancestors’ superstitions were not an indication of their ignorance, but rather their awareness of the existence of such things which cannot be cowed by a ruthless need for clarification. And when Lilith regarded the world she lived in – a world now dominated by the digital domain – she felt certain her civilization was growing numb from its never-ending need for irrelevant information. As she saw it, people were so used to achieving a path to illumination through a tap or two of their fingertips, they no longer took the time to search for enlightenment in the vast universe that surrounded them; or that the modern world had grown so obsessed with the marvels of its digital ‘magic’ that it had become all-but-blind to the real thing. Lilith, however, took pride in her conviction that she was different; for she still believed in the those same mysteries with which our ‘ignorant’ ancestors had sought to shape our world. She was convinced that it was they – not us – who had had in their possession a true understanding of the nature of our universe. They were not blind-sided through their admiration of their own brilliance but were wise enough to admit that there were things out there – remarkable things – which our species was incapable of rendering as routine. Lilith had yet to experience such things herself; but she never lost faith that one day, when the universe deemed her ready, these mysteries would reveal themselves to her in all their glory… Continue reading The Light That Stains The Darkness