there is more here than can be seen.
there is nothing here but you and words
many of which you cannot see by normal means
but they are here nonetheless
if you take the time to look or listen.
take your time.
even the best-kept secrets are found somewhere.
words are a sacred gift that must be earned by the listener.
I close and hide my eyes out of respect. To show the eyes is to bare the soul, and I do not bare my soul for just anyone.
My soul is between myself and my gods.
In daily life, I am not often able to hide my eyes. The world expects a sighted being to choose to see in traditional ways even if they wish to close their eyes.
I avert my gaze as meager substitute. If we do not see one another's eyes, then we may hide our natures.
Sometimes I wonder if my fears masquerade as respect.
Perhaps I am afraid of the implications of being seen.
Perhaps I am afraid of the intimacy.
Fear is an integral part of religion. One fears death, and so they create god. One fears disorder, so they create restrictions and retribution. One fears being alone, so their god becomes their companion.
Fear and faith are entangled at the core, so is it not reasonable to create a faith of fears?
I follow the Dark, the Unseen, the Unknown. I am dedicated to things that cannot be spoken or heard. I am a keeper of secrets and keys, holder of things lost and found; my nature is one of silence. My gods are of silence and secrets as well.
Manufactured or not, I find comfort in these gods. I am reflected in them, and they in me. Perhaps that is all religion is; a reflection of human nature onto an entity born of desperation and hope.
I am afraid of the future.
One day we will be safe.
For now, I must guard us and our secrets.
It is what I was made to do.