A dark projection from the angle of light shining along a wall or some obstacle blocking its path.
But when the light fades; when darkness has fallen, is it because the shadow has won, or is it merely absence of light? Has the shadow consumed or been consumed? I once believed that if I could conquer that great light I could at last stand in my own right; without support from it.
But to be a shadow . . . is it truly so terrible, I wonder now? Is it wrong to define the light and the things the light shines upon? Is it so reprehensible to give depth and definition. . .
I do not know. I have become a shadow of myself, and know this is true danger; when the darkness encroaches upon the light; when the light gives out because of obstructions blocking its path. . . When the shadow is consumed.
For darkness and shadow are alike, but they are not the same. To be surrounded in darkness is to be lost.
Am I lost? I no longer know . . . I feel certain I am not, but then I remember a shadow, and the marvelous shade it resided under; that it defined. Was it truly so terrible to be definition to something unchanging and sure.
I am a shadow, consumed by night.
