IF there were not an utter and absolute dark
of silence and sheer
oblivion
at the core
of everything,
how
terrible the sun would be,
how ghastly it would be to strike a match, and
make a light.
But the very sun himself is pivoted
upon a core of pure
oblivion,
so is a
candle, even as a match.
And if there were not an absolute, utter
forgetting
and a
ceasing to know, a perfect ceasing to know
and a silent, sheer cessation
of all awareness
how
terrible life would be!
how terrible it would be to think and know, to
have con- sciousness!
But dipped, once dipped in dark
oblivion
the soul
has peace, inward and lovely peace.