Halloween is creeping up. It's behind you. Feel the cold wet corpse breath on the back of your neck? The bloodless fingers on your paralysed shoulder? The hot flush of urine that steams in the icy crypt air? Mwahahahaha!
I love the festival of Sowhain, most popularly known as Halloween. The dead return to visit with you, and you prepare yourself for the travails of mortality. Death is part of life, that's the short form of the message. The contrast of it is what makes life so valuable.
Further psychological probing of the festival reveals a need for self-communion.
At the death of summer days, we have to turn and face the nights. Unless you make like a swallow and migrate, I guess, but that journeying isn't easy either. Sooner or later there'll be something uncomfortable lurking in your in-flight socks. Integrity demands you deal with it.
My worst monster is mankind, for evils perpetrated against everything; lowest of all, cloaked in ideology; and for the fear that binds resistance. Every other fiend is a caricature of human aspects. But however deep in the night we hide, there is always that redemptive pulse of light, waiting. So mankind is my best monster too.