The unknown always looks like an abyss…
The unknown always looks like an abyss, ready to swallow us up; the known always looks comfortable. Mud and blood we know, and slogging is familiar; leave us alone: do not wake us. Yet the unknown is not so unknown: it is within us and grows out of us, goes a step at a time, never too fast for us to keep up, always fast enough to leave us breathless and reaching to touch the good.
:- Doug.
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