In the depth of the night I walk down to the dock.

No wind.

No noise.

Looking out across the lake I see the distant lights. Some revealing the dim outline of structures;  some too distant to reveal anything. I stand in awe of the dark waters, the dimly lit shorelines, and the distant lights revealing nothing.

What is it about the darkness, the dimly lit shorelines, and the far off lights that moves me? Possibilities in the darkness? Mystery in the partially revealed? Adventure in the distant?

In the light of day, while still beautiful nothing I saw in the night would amaze me as much. It worries me that darkness brings more joy than light. If not knowing brings more joy than knowing why are we vexed with the desire to seek answers? Is it only the seeking we desire?  Are we to seek forever?