We don't celebrate halloween/Heart of Darkness

Sometimes one finds in the midst of good literature, or in observations of one's friends and company, or from events beyond the realm of human control or cognizance, a moment of catharsis or epiphany, of revelation and clarity that, more than anything, leaves one in a state of unknowing because of all there is to know. I have found that, in this moment, in this space I occupy, I know beyond the shadow of a doubt that I think untowardly of death not because I fear it, but because I know that I put myself out there completely and utterly, and I live life in absolute intensity that I shun the emptiness of it's end. I know that I cannot love because I will do so with such abandon that even a glance at its inconceivable end will leave me more void than distraught, an immensely scarier prospect. And a mere mention of even part of a name or alias, or picture of something related, or a memory of an event or time or day brought up in conversation, will bring to mind and heart the full spectrum of emotions as if I were right there again. It's because I embrace everything totally that I enjoy all positivity and am subject to the reverse in equal measure. Life for me is making sure the former tips the latter, even if by a fraction of a fraction; while a seeming impossibility, I'd like to think I get better every instant.