I started my goodwill tour of null today in Branch. The locals did not utter a word. Nor did they aggress. They popped out of their station in ones and twos. Checking me out, I guess. I assured whoever undocked that I was merely a friendly explorer.
Their outfit is called “DARKNESS.” (with the period). Kind of a sad name. Especially with the period. There’s a finality to it. Today, I felt like the beacon the Signal oath talks about. A little bit of light in the middle of the darkness.
Here’s the thing about light and dark: Even the smallest light drives darkness away. It doesn’t exert tremendous effort in order to do it. It just does it. Because it is…and darkness isn’t. Light is an actual, measurable phenomenon. Darkness is merely its absence. So, light always triumphs. Even the tiniest bit of it. Always.
That’s a good thing to hold on to in space. Especially the sort of space we call “null”. That sounds so empty and dark. And it’s easy to see it that way. If that’s what you’re looking for. You can also see, if you look just right, that it’s filled with light. At least, that is the way I see it today.
The light of New Eden is more true — more real — than its darkness.
It’s a good day.