Ironically, I’ve had the most enlightening experience in total darkness.
At first, upon stepping into pitch black room, you try to keep closer to the walls – who know what’s hiding in the darkness? You close your eyes and open them again, hoping to see a trace of light, or- at least – the darkness that is lighter than the ink blackness surrounding you. Some infinities are shorter than other infinities, after all.
After a dozen of steps, a long forgotten feeling starts bubbling deep within, and you slowly let go of the wall. You still occasionally brush your fingers against it though, just to make sure its there. At the same time, your feet stop instinctively looking for steps, wires or other traps. You start hearing other people talking, laughing and dropping things.
Your build up enough courage and step away from the wall.
And once you let go of the one thing you thought will give you some security, all your other senses sharpen. And you start seeing without actually seeing.
The entire “get the hell out of your comfort zone” concept became suddenly so real to me in the complete darkness of the old Hamburg warehouse building.
There’s a hell of a good universe next door. But you won’t see it, unless you let go of the wall and walk through the darkness. You have to believe its there. Otherwise, there’s no point of looking.