Of all of the most wonderful things to be seen in this world, the best of them lay in the periphery of the worldly, the superficial, the mundane, the worthless, the duplicitous, wretched, horrid, loathsome, hated, despicable, sickening, vapid reality which humanity clings to.
But, in the corners of the eye lay unknown gems amidst the refuse. Those flitting shapes humanity unconsciously assigns to the readily explainable, acceptable normalities of the social world which haunt us, leaving us with a vague fear that begs our eyes to close so very tightly when the lights are put down for an evening’s rest and not to open again until the reassuring light of the morning dispels the possibilities of the Darkness.
What waste. What ridiculousness.
Open your eyes and use the wondrous capabilities of this fantastic organ. As you goes about your evening hygienic rituals, I suggest you pay indirect attention to the cold black of the hallways waiting outside the door. Wait for the inevitable thing, out of place with the characteristic stillness of the night, swiftly passing by to unknown destinations.
But do not acknowledge it.
Do not. Do not. Do not.
Some things are best only seen and not interacted with in other ways.
For in seeing that which believes itself unseen, awareness comes with the most severe of consequences.
Oh, yes. So severe.
Look, but do not touch. Or speak. Or taste.
Only then, perhaps, will you hear. Faintly on the first occasion, but on every occasion thereafter impossible to ignore. Even as they stand, now so clearly, leering at you from the Darkest corners of your safest, most sacred havens, do not acknowledge their presence.
Be content to observe.
Such contentedness is the only barrier against their predations.
If you can do this, if one can stand the temptations of the Darkness and control one’s primordial self, perhaps then you will be prepared.