Knowing is half the battle.

To rail against the shadows,

the faceless spectres, does for naught.

The tirade of phantoms and march of unknown things

are an army in-numerous amidst the veil of ignorance.

To give a thing a name,

to define it,

brings forth its truth;

allowing us to see clearly its form,

reducing an army to a single tyrant.

It can be analysed,

it can be quantified,

it can be confronted.

It can be known.

Then—it can be defeated.

 

 

 

 


This is one of those ones that just hits me out of nowhere. It can be ascribed to any form of waiting and how the agony created in one’s own mind when speculating a change or something new. It is why I believe in knowledge and see it as the answer to all things.