FEAR, fear is the relinquishment of logic;
the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.
But so, it seems, is love.
Love is the relinquishment of logic; the willing relinquishing of reasonable patterns.
We yield to it or we fight it.
But we cannot meet it halfway.
Without it, we cannot continue for long to exist sanely under conditions of absolute reality.
Hill house, not sane, stands against its hills holding darkness within.
It has stood so for a hundred years and might stand a hundred more.
Within, walls continue upright; bricks meet neatly; floors are firm and doors are sensibly shut.
Silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House.
And those who walk there, walk TOGETHER.