Absense of light

Long nights, starry skies, finding amazement in but a minute detail of the complexity that makes up our lives. Even the most common building blocks of our worlds house great mysteries. Every grain on the highway of live has its story, a mimicry of those that thread it. Highways, towards the infinite, towards the origin of light, we realize even illumination is a mystery. Our knowledge still outside the reach of its nature, what it is, why it behaves as it does.
Yet, we know darkness, for it is absence. It is calm. It if freed from care. All we need to know of darkness, is that it lacks light.

Wishing everyone a pleasant Filthy Friday, and a special thanks for reading these ravings~.