It is just like when you close your eyes at night, that extra blanket to cover your perpetually staring eyes from the ambient light outside. That extra layer of darkness, solid, warm and fleshy. Then as you are trancing out to the darkness, awaiting the time when you can truly explore that which enamours you so, something begins to coalesce, spinning. It too is black, and difficult to see, but somewhere a dim light, or is it the light reflecting off your eyes on to its surface. Vertically, a twisting black small splinter, it begins to waver and then chaotically spins into a disastrous mesh of barbs. And then the warm darkness returns. A pool, crystal clear banishes darkness in its luminescence. The pure water punctured by a shaft of white, bright light streaming in from the cavern ceiling, pouring into the pool and filling it with radiance. A sacred feeling oozes around you, cascades in waves through your body, small orgasms rocking you. next