Once upon a time there was a life, one that was meaningful and there was another, one that was meaningless. In fact they were two people having these names, Meaningful and Meaningless. The two of them didn’t get along very well, they were having a hard time finding common topics of conversation. Nonetheless, they did talk from time to time because they were the only people living on an Island.
One cloudy morning just when the rain was about to find courage and start pouring form the sky, Meaningful felt the need for some idle chat. He approached the part of the Island where Meaningless used to live.
Darkness is not the kind of lover you would wish for. It will not shelter your heart from desire, nor will it keep you warm at night. It will not try to comfort you, nor will it reassure you when you are in doubt.
Why then? Why do I need you so?
You are my trustworthy guardian. You have the power to preserve life and to give true fighting chance. It is all that I need. You will not help, but you will be the arbiter of justice. You will not ease the pain, but you will give strength to bear it.
So let it begin. Let it be as brain-damaging as possible. Let it be a mess.