I can’t look into my dark side, because when I take a lantern there, the dark side recedes beyond that lanterns reach. I cannot see the other side of the moon by walking around the moon with a light. I know that the inside of the fridge is dark, but when I open the door it is light. Consciousness itself comes with a dark face. The day chases the night in order to make light out of itself, but the night always recedes like a feather being chased by a breath.
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