[b]Haruki Murakami
The world of the grotesque is the darkness within us. Well before Freud and Jung shined a light on the workings of the subconscious, this correlation between darkness and our subconscious, these two forms of darkness, was obvious to people. It wasn’t a metaphor, even. If you trace it back further, it wasn’t even a correlation. Until Edison invented the electric light, most of the world was totally covered in darkness. The physical darkness outside and the inner darkness of the soul were mixed together, with no boundary separating the two. They were directly linked. Like this.” Oshima brings his two hands together tightly. "But today things are different. The darkness in the outside world has vanished, but the darkness in our hearts remains, virtually unchanged. Just like an iceberg, what we label the ego or consciousness is, for the most part, sunk in darkness. And that estrangement sometimes creates a deep contradiction or confusion within us.[/b]
Some considerably darker than others. And then all the way up to pitch black.
People with dark souls have nothing but dark dreams. People with really dark souls do nothing but dream.
Of course we all know that’s not true.
When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone…I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.
You know, if they can. And there’s nothing wrong with admitting that you can’t.
No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.
Not counting me of course.
I was reduced to pure concept. My flesh had dissolved; my form had dissipated. I floated in space. Liberated of my corporeal being, but without dispensation to go anywhere else. I was adrift in the void. Somewhere across the fine line separating nightmare from reality.
Works that way for all practical purposes too.
This may be the most important proposition revealed by history: At the time, no one knew what was coming.
Not counting oblivion anyway.