There was a moment I know when I was under in the dark or something. Whatever I had been reduced to, not even consciousness, I was a vague awareness in the dark. I could feel my definition fading. And beneath that darkness there was another kind. It was deeper, warm, like a substance. I could feel, man. I knew - I knew - my daughter waited for me there. So clear, I could feel it. […] And all I had to do was let go and I did. I said, “Darkness, yeah!” And I disappeared. But I could still feel her love there, even more than before. Nothing, nothing but that love. And then I woke up.
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It helps me to enjoy something to a fuller extent. In some sort of deeper way. It gives me books - articles - lectures from professors - discussion with my peers - that open my mind to new ideas and thoughts. It makes me think critically about the things I experience and enjoy, but not in a way that sours them. It heightens that pleasure and leaves me at once ever-questioning and satisfied, even if I can’t come up with an answer.
Just musing… Had a great experience tonight and thought all about this on the way home.
THE GHOSTFACERS STORYLINE IS AN ABBREVIATED HYPERBOLIC VERSION OF THE WINCHESTERS’ ANGSTY STORYLINE AND I THINK IT’S FUCKING HYSTERICAL BUT AT THE SAME TIME HEARTBREAKING.