Ever since I was a child, I had a fascination with dark and hidden things. Something about the aesthetic called to me. I never feared it and never thought it strange. Admittedly, I was probably borne of these things myself - to a degree. I've gone as dark as dark can go without permanently damaging my psyche - and all I ever found at the end of that road was just truth and light. And reasons to love existence for what it is. To be happy to the best of my ability, to be moderate, gentle, calm, charitable and caring. My descent into the dark, at the end, simply reinforced my convictions about the greatness and goodness of the world. So it's always the posers that stay stuck in the shadowy depths for too long. Because they're not really about that life. Not fully. They don't have the balls for it. Not for the whole breadth of it. They just dip their toes and fingers. If they did have the guts for the dive - they would know of God and the glorious wisdom of his designs. On any journey, the last and only thing you find is God. If you haven't yet, it means you still have a ways to go.