Are you not afraid of my darkness? – you ask. Compared with mine, your darkness is but shadow, ambivalence, apprehension. My darkness is absence both of light and of fear. Are you not afraid of mine?
If you know your own darkness, that you may wield a sword therein with precision undaunted; and you know the darkness of your antagonist, that no depth of shadow might conceal his blow; then, alone, will you never be in peril. If you are reconciled with your dæmons, but not with those of your adversary, your chances of vanquishment or defeat are equal. If your fear of annihilation is greater than the resolution of your rival, no aggression may be overcome. Courage begins at that point, that moment, when resistance overcomes submission.
Having long ago disembroiled myself from the travelled, choking maze of caution, I have taken off my colours. I wear them inside. Those who care to look deeply into my eyes will see them. To most, I remain an extreme of darkness and light, a silhouette.