Darkness and Metamorphosis

There is a horrible dark place in the soul, a place where light shines into the darkness, and truth faces fact. A place where circumstance is stripped bare and we must know all that surrounds us - not for how it appears, but for how it is - beyond us, within us, and greater than us.

It over powers the senses and destroys reason, compelling us to look within, deeper than we dared to look before. In this moment we see the shallowness of of our soul, we hear it's groaning to be more, to know more - not more of ourselves, but of something greater than the darkness we have known with such easy carelessness. It is in that moment, when the light pierces through that we must know the truth - do we dare to know, to be something bigger no matter how painful the metamorphosis maybe?