Do you feel there's more? Or the frightening realisation that you probably not only missing out on the sweetness of feeling such a realisation provides, but that you are only a few steps away from not knowing what exactlly are you missing out on. Then, fearing to forget what to remember. Then, fearing that Fear is what you hold on to, because beyond Fear there is is nothing. Then you can enjoy what you see in these pictures. But why? Is the Darkness of the Fear you felt made you sensitive to the Light? O are the Fear is what is, and the Light without Fear just made you blind? Before the Darkness came.