Sublime Unknown

The sublimeness of dread fills my soul. What a paradox, the frightening anxiety is seemingly soft, harmless, and non-threatening. The greatness of the unknown fills my heart with awe, even with fear and yet also peace of mind. The peace of mind that comes from the revelation of the absence of knowledge, of the futility of human reason and perception, peace nontheless. How can there be peace , but it is there, the peace is real, a joyous feeling, almost delight. But the Unknown seems too great, inducing dread, and yet the Unknown softens all the perceptions of the of the dread itself, leaving behind a memory, not a memory of the past, but a memory of another state of existence, a recollection. A recollection of our fallenness.