“ON BOTTOMLESS PITS”
Noone tells you whats at the bottom of a bottomless pit, but I know. The pits so deep their more of a shaft of darkness extending farther than your sight. I know for certain, if you were to jump into such a pit what would happen. Where you would go. Everything has a bottom. An end. Except for those.
First you fear. Everything in your life has prepared you for the stop. The moment your momentum slams to the earth, and you feel the impact to your very core. Its one of the few laws that govern the universe. Its non negotiable. But you keep falling. The fear subsides to awe. Wonder taking over as the falling seems like flying. You begin to feel exhilaration. You keep falling.
You fall so long that the fear eventually comes back. Not the certain fear, like before, where you knew what would happen. This is pure, chaotic panic. The panic of the unknown. The terror that irrefutable laws of the Univers are being broken. Not just broken, but disregarded. Forgotten, or never having been known. You scream. Cry. Wail. You make deals with the maddening darkness and rushing wind. You beg for a bottom. You go so mad the very idea of a sudden, abrupt, and final stop is the thing you desire most in all creation. You want an end. An end is less frightening then the curious falling. It’s a blessing when compared to the unknown.
The madness changes. It transforms from lunatic shrieking into a mute calm. There’s still madness in it though, however deceptively reasonable it may seem. This is very heart of madness, boiled down and broken into its rawest, most atomic form. You never stop. Falling and falling.
Until you see a light. At first its so faint, like a speck of dust brushing past you on a windy day. It grows, becoming something noticeably more. A speck of dust to the tiniest flake of snow. Hope swells in your breast, not shirking back the madness, but murging with it. There may be an end, you shriek into the nothingness. As you fall it gets closer and larger. The hope melts away. You feel foolish for thinking there was no bottom. No end. The light blossoms and grows. Its brightness hurts your eyes. Soon your flailing and struggling against the wind. Fighting the stop. You endeavor to stay aloft. The brightness forces you to squint. The radiance forces you to squeeze then shut, tighter and tighter. The light gets brighter and brighter, even behind your shuttered eyes. Thats it. You stay there, blind and deaf, nothing but your thoughts. For eternity.