In the dark? Here in the dark? Would you, could you, in the dark?

History... is-a made at night!

Character... is what you are in the dark!

Dr. Lizardo

How often do we sit in the dark trying to wring out answers to questions that come to us during the day? What is it that keeps us motionless and thinking rather than actively pursuing a solution to the problem at hand?

Once a day, unless me workload is too demanding, me chooses a problem to work on. Sometimes they come to me from other people and sometimes they appear through the media, but most often they come from the parts of me life that seem incomplete and unsatisfactory.

Me almost never finds the answer to me queries within the space of a day, but me does gain the impetus to reach up to the next foot hold and continue Me climb. If you have read the Myths of Sysphus you can understand why there be no other course of action for me.

How far is the summit? How many unanswered interrogatives will we whisper before our outstreched and straining fingers find the sanctuary of the plateau that must exist somewhere above us in the dark?

We hear the cries and curses of those who lose their grip or, due to anger, frustration or lack of faith, release themselves out into the void.

The Scary Monster within tells me that there is an answer. (Me had some help from RAW on this)

The initial effort is to recognize the problem, if you cannot realize that the problem exists, then you have been conditioned beyond free thought and are bound to pre-determination. I refuse to take that course meself or to believe that all actions of the world, from the typing of these fingers to the farting of me cat were destined. That would allude to a world where future and past are one and the same and even the genius of Vonnegut were unable to convince me of that; not that he tried to, Me always thought he be poking fun at determinism in his own quirky way.

Maybe you are able to confront and peel away the layers of confusion and eventually confront the self. What then?

Me isn't sure.

Me hasn't gotten that far yet.

But when Me do, me will try and let go of the conscious part and listen to what the self or what Miyamoto Musashi and Ueshiba Morihei described as the void. The former told us it was the source of power and reason without thought, the latter a place where love flows freely and one embraces the world without fear and in spiritual harmony.

There may be many roads that will lead you to that place, Me only walkin on one of them.

Tell me about yours.

Me no fear the razors edge.