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Even the trees groan with the weight of unutterable visions of the past
There are many strange and foreboding places where the warming glow of a noon-day sun never touches. And being such places of eternal darkness they reek with malign darkest corners of man’s souls throughout history, to be set loose upon the face of a dismal planet and prey on unsuspecting passers-by. There they bide their time in seething hatred of life, and living, and ALL that it stands for: that which THEY can no longer have—nor ever take, ‘kept in the cold, hard hours of the night when men’s fancies may give them cause to doubt the solidity of that which they otherwise call “REAL” , and there to entertain other thoughts; certain ideas of the deep and dreadful intent which each one assumes is his or her OWN secret shame as they huddle in unspoken horror that the rumours of a “hidden reality” may actually be true.
It is at times such as this that purchase is given for theses two disparate realms to cross; the one warm and bright—the other, cold, dark and as murky as the depths of the deepest unknown ocean, and just as frightening. Together, the laws of nature become blurred, uncertain. Shadows of dark, heavy, seldom glimpsed shapes lumber putrescently just out of range or around strange corners with unnatural angles that we privately pray are not there.
Even the trees groan with the weight of unutterable visions of the past
There are many strange and foreboding places where the warming glow of a noon-day sun never touches. And being such places of eternal darkness they reek with malign darkest corners of man’s souls throughout history, to be set loose upon the face of a dismal planet and prey on unsuspecting passers-by. There they bide their time in seething hatred of life, and living, and ALL that it stands for: that which THEY can no longer have—nor ever take, ‘kept in the cold, hard hours of the night when men’s fancies may give them cause to doubt the solidity of that which they otherwise call “REAL” , and there to entertain other thoughts; certain ideas of the deep and dreadful intent which each one assumes is his or her OWN secret shame as they huddle in unspoken horror that the rumours of a “hidden reality” may actually be true.
It is at times such as this that purchase is given for theses two disparate realms to cross; the one warm and bright—the other, cold, dark and as murky as the depths of the deepest unknown ocean, and just as frightening. Together, the laws of nature become blurred, uncertain. Shadows of dark, heavy, seldom glimpsed shapes lumber putrescently just out of range or around strange corners with unnatural angles that we privately pray are not there.