To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
—Wendell Berry, The Selected Poems of Wendell Berry (1998)
(via Paul Bogard, The End of Night (2013))
I did, and there is little for my google-fu,
Oceans of darkness and self-absorption,
Go darkly into the mire of SEO nothing
Trumpled by feet of darkness and woe.
Happy Beltaine (Southerner…)