To wait is utter darkness.
When we wait, time is suspended. Often, we wait for something that makes us nervous or anxious, something that makes us feel stressed. The suspended time then feels like the famous Damocles sword which hangs above our head. When is it going to drop? When is this sword cutting through the present, through this anxious period which is waiting?
Isn’t life also a form of waiting? We keep ourselves busy, we try to fill empty time, which opens up every time we are not busy, every time . . .