I reached my North and it had meaning.
Here at the actual pole of my existence,
Where all that I have done is meaningless,
Where I die or live by accident alone–
Where, living or dying, I am still alone;
Here where North, the night, the berg of death
Crowd me out of the ignorant darkness,
I see at last that all the knowledge
I wrung from the darkness–that the darkness flung me–
Is worthless as ignorance: nothing comes from nothing,
The darkness from the darkness. Pain comes from the darkness
And we call it wisdom. It is pain.
Leonard Durso 
Gleaming dark.
Yes, that it is.
They say here…. ” you can learn for love or for the pain” … I dont know for sure but humankind is always between two pole…. And you have just one chance… you can choise love or pain….Belíssimo poema 🙂 🙂
I like to think we get more than one chance. We just have to be open to them.
Ecclesiastes…
Ah, I’m going to have to brush up on my bible.