Darkness and Depth

In books, film, and art, Everywhere there is a confusion, A conflation, Of darkness and depth. A bias against light. From a culture so diverted and willful, That it forsakes the possibility of orientation at all.

Twin salesmen - the hubrist and the cynic - lay claims to truth in the negative.

The former knows his dogma is the only path and wields fear of damnation. Stay on my path. Bow to me.

The latter spits on everything and promises not even abyss, but only recursive denial.

Abandon your friends, your family. Then the street urchins on the corner. And finally your self. Until your hopes and dreams, your sincerity, your daimon, are sold for pennies on the dollar to the merchants of cool and there is barely enough left over to pay the masons who fill your stomach with mud. Until your life is actually lived as a pallete of blue green gray Loneliness in slow-motion dolly zoom.

But what about another way. Where a lack of sight from a lack of light implies not depth but only the inability to see. Simple blindness. Ignorance. Something you can dispense with in the flick of a switch.

And depth requires light anyhow. We students of film know this. We painters know this. Yet we are so afraid to admit inmit emit transmit light.

Even our morality tales are belabored. Good wins out but only at the very end. After hours of doubt. Fair enough, but how about the sequel. After the good wins, And there is rejoicing, And reconciliation, And music!

Why wait any longer to direct our gaze and other's gaze towards shine? To perpetuate no more a hesitation to soar, and to bring audiences with!

But first we must shed the fear, masked as cool, knowing, hip, wise Irony. Eirōneia: "simulated ignorance", Has become agnoia - ignorance itself. What are we ignoring? Our true selves. Our lightness. Our ability to dance. Our enjoyment of it!

We are stubborn asses! Stuck on the wall of the dance hall. Chuffed at our mild misery. While our uncool halves are doing the Charleston.

I give up who I think I am. My persona is a cramp. A vestigial trait. An underdeveloped proto eye, That cannot quite discern darkness from depth.

I'm trading in for a new model. One that points Northward, And has an aperture larger than the Midnight Sun.