The Night

Whenever anyone I've been around has been afraid of the dark, I've always told them "There's nothing there in the dark that isn't there in the light."

But maybe the dark is for lack of better words "dark".

Is there really a more powerful presence of all things foreboding and evil in dark places?

In shadows

In tunnels

basements

and what about the hours or days of darkness throughout the cycles of the earth?

I think that maybe part of it has something to do with some primordial leftover fear of being more vulnerable to predators...

Are we really, as civilized humans, more prone to being hurt, raped, murdered, or killed in an accident at night? And lookie, lookie...

if this were the case our predators would be none other than

US.

Not monsters, not animals wishing to eat us, or demonghosts.

I don't know what it is about the dark.

What it is about it that incites boredom, racing of thoughts, curiosity, and reflection within me.

What is it about the night?