Alright, Mr. Light Warrior, what about this, then? Have you ever stopped to listen to your own dismissive and reductive rhetoric?
Ever taken a second to contemplate what exactly it is you are “warring for” as a self-proclaimed “light warrior?”
If you truly took inventory, you’d find you’ve unwittingly aligned with the wrongful right you purport to despise: same vehicle, new paint job— the difference is slight.
This “light good, darkness bad” stance can’t pass the smell test, hell, it can’t even pass muster: Under scrutiny, the truth’ll be discovered.
Your argument crumbles like a house of cards under the slightest pressure.
Mr. Light Warrior, tell me, all things being equal, would you rather find yourself in an FBI interrogation room or a vibey after-hours jazz bar?
Under the harsh glare of DMV industrial lighting or lounging in a shadowy boudoir?
A fluorescent-lit department-store dressing room, or the forest at midnight under a black sky dotted with stars?
A dentist’s office or the desert at dusk?
I rest my case.
I mean, sure, you’re a “warrior,” right up until you’re blinded by the highway patrol flashlight thrust in your face as you roll down your driver’s side window.
Anything that feels good, that brings pleasure, that fosters transcendence, any of the rad things that makes life worth living— those holy moments where we can let go, lose ourselves in bliss— are invariably better in dim settings:
Everybody wants to experience ecstasy, but I’ve yet to meet anyone who wants to get it done under a floodlight.
Praise be to the darkness, to the mystery, to the unknown, to the whisper of infinite possibility that lies in wait there.
Either way, say goodbye to the limitations inherent in false binaries— they’re so last millennium.
We’re entering the 4th and then 5th dimension, whether we’re ready or not.
And this deceptive illusion of “darkness bad, light good” grew inevitably from imbalanced valuations, which are, in fact, patently racist, and downright misogynistic.
They are rooted in warmongering white supremacy and patriarchy— and the archeology backs this up.
A fish is afforded the privilege of being oblivious to the very water he is swimming in by virtue of the life-giving power in which he is immersed.
Mr. Light Warrior, you too have been “hashtag-blessed” with the luxury of never noticing the way racism and sexism are enfolded in the colonial brogue of your native tongue.
English is spilling with none-to-subtle passive-aggressive oppression.
Stop being “blinded by the light.” It is narrow-minded and shortsighted to bow to the artificial father-based concept that light is inherently better than darkness.
Darkness is the is-ness; the dark matter that this universe is made of.
Darkness asks nothing of anything, while light is dependent on darkness for the counterpoint to its very existence.
If ever you are ready, drop the titles and the names and the labels— all the ways your ego tries to identify.
Seek the inspiration that made the making.
You were born of this darkness, of this tzumtzum, of the sacred womb.
You were born of the drumbeat-thud of your mother’s throbbing heart, pulsing blood. Darkness is your home.
From darkness we originate and to darkness we will return, merging as one with the most ubiquitous substance in existence, humble in its unending grace and limitless patience.
If ever you are ready— the cave’s mouth awaits you; the sacred awaits you.
Come to the awe, to potential, to the bedrock, the foundation, the backdrop, the liminal, the primacy.
Go even deeper, enter the sweetness, go even deeper.