For life, I’ve had just one pleasant dream, which had not any slightest aftertaste of nightmare, and in that dream I was alone comfortably stunned/mesmerized watching a blue dancing musical flame in the dark, like a bug to a light.
Moths need Light. The Light is Truth.
From the Dark come lies.
The Dark is neither “eternal peace” nor a desired kind place at all, though Dark’s tricks may fool one to believe so.
