i love the dark. if only because i don't get to see it very often. i did have a weird experience with it one time, when i was little, after watching some movie about aliens who looked almost like humans except for having eyes more then twice the size of humans, who decided they wanted our earth because they'd destroyed their own biosphere the way we're now destroying ours. well the moonlight between the bottom of the curtains, and the window sill they didn't quite reach, looked like the sine wave on an oscilloscope. that was freeqie, and i couldn't breathe, until it occured to me, that neither of these things had killed me, so i went 'back' to sleep.
yes; your words are really words. that's one thing about words. the other thing about words, is that all words are bullshit. (yes even mine, and everyone else's. things that are NOT words, are what are real. not the word "tree" but an actual tree itself.)
Yet you are using words to explain that words are bullshit. So you must deem them useful. We actually exist in and as a consequence of the convergence of two separate realities made one in us.
I never understood fear of the dark. The same things are there in the dark as there are in the light.
Yah but the sense which the conscious mind is most reliant on is essentially removed. I definitely understand why people are afraid of the dark.