I've always been fascinated by horror. As a genre it tends to get more allowance to explore more fundamental and ambiguously important concepts. True horror tends not to introduce new ideas, otherwise it might not be as affective. It tends to find a way to dig through unique premises to find the ingrained lesson on what/how we know the world to be.
There's an inherent terror to the plainly revealed truth, without any semantics to separate its revelation from the onlooker. It's incredibly personal and unsettling.
The empty hum of space, the true potential of man's brutality, or the hallow looming weight of the finality in death.
I've always welcomed that void.
I never knew why.
We feel both utterly trapped in our finite existence while being dwarfed by the vastness of reality around us.
I want to wake up.
I don't always see the horror in space. That's one of the few things I actually find comforting. Not being in space, but just the existence of that "out of bounds" vacuum filled with billions of light years of complex intertwining intention. Many find it terrifying.
I don't.
The other two themes I mentioned, however, are much more unsettling.
Everyone to some extent understands and  can resonate with the messages of humanity's utter dipravity. Everyone knows that terror. Whether within themselves or because of others. It's important to be reminded of it. To forget is to accept it.
All I wish for the future is that I never forget so I may see others and myself clearly.
The last horror is one I know well, though I wish it weren't as it is. Not all can truly resonate with the type of panic inherent in the ticking clock. We may joke and ignorantly remind ourselves of the idea that this life ends,
but it's different to see it.
The terror of death feels different than the others. It's too certain, too personal. It gently and mutely rests on my heart with the heft of all that has been and is to come in my life, weighing it down until my mind unravels at its seams.
I watch as the pieces scatter at my feet.

Creation, sin, and death.
Odd how truth and terror walk hand in hand.
Though, why would horror be a genre if there isn't any beauty in it?