That which we do not know yet.
It lurks in every darkened recess.
Something so familier, so comfortable, that it needs no name.
We dont want to name it.
To name it would make it much more than everyone's dirty desire; to name it would give it power.
But doesnt it already have power?
It holds sway over our every emotion, over our actions.
Must we aknowledge it to make it real?