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That night he toured a cellar that he had never seen other than in dreams, a maze of half-lit chambers containing abominations from which he woke in a state of terror, his flesh and bones colder than the night beyond his windows.
Not all mysteries, when solved, revealed a world of exquisite design or benign intention. Enigmas of physics, when deciphered, might produce a sublime light, but the answers to mysteries of human behavior seldom resulted in glorious revelations.
Maybe sometimes it’s just best to accept the limitations of our understanding, accept that some things will be forever beyond our knowledge.”
Because the night was moonless and the stars were bedded behind a thick layer of woolpack, the windows could hardly be discerned, limned by a vague ghost light reminiscent of the barely visible glow that sometimes haunts a screen for a short while after a TV has been turned off. Darkness seemed to pool deeper in this place than elsewhere, a distilled blackness, but that was a false perception arising from what he knew of the house’s evil history.
