In the darkness we show parts of ourselves we think no one can see. Once I wrote a poem saying such a thing, that in the light we see only façades, only the masks we put on for those who are looking at us, that only in darkness can we see into the soul. Perhaps it is congruent with what Camus seems to imply in his essays, that we can only see the true nature of our existence when we are imprisoned. Only see the absurdity when it is so very obvious. Myself, I have seen darkness and light, and light is better. And having so experienced, realize that we are no truer when the lights go out, for fear is a mask we wear, as well. And nothing done in the dark shall remain so, in the eye of eternity. In the darkness, it is best to light the way ourselves.
