Black Leaves

In which I attempt to draw something I have no means of experiencing personally, nor any real desire to do so. I uh ... I don't recommend staring at it too long. I've actually lost time just looking at it.

So, transcribe, because that's a Friday tradition:

A PATH NO FEET WERE EVER MEANT TO TREAD, NOR EYES TO SEE. IT IS THE BEGINNING AND THE END

YGGDRASIL IS ALL AROUND.

IT IS ALL PLACES AND ALL TIMES.
EVERYWHERE
NOWHERE.


IT IS BUT A BLACKENED PAPER CUT-OUT OF WORLDS ENTIRE WHICH HAVE NEVER BEEN - COULD NEVER BE - YET ARE


EVEN A GLIMPSE OF TOTAL PERSPECTIVE LEADS TO MADNESS


OF COURSE IT WOULD BE BLACK.
BLACK IS A MIX OF ALL COLORS.


HOW COULD ONE BE SATISFIED WITH THEIR INCONSEQUENTIAL LIFE THEREAFTER?


IT DOES NOT REFLECT LIGHT. IT CONSUMES.

I guess now would be a good time to mention that I don't ... really think a lot when I draw. It's part of the reason I draw so infrequently. Pretty much, I decide what I want the structure of it to look like, and then extrapolate subconsciously. So, more or less, don't blame me, I don't really remember drawing half of this. And no, I don't really know why I wrote that up there. It just ... seemed like a good idea I guess.

Or do blame me. You know, whichever.

I get the feeling some of the imagery was influenced by this here comic I read now.

Bonus points if you can tell me what the hell it means, 'coz I really can't.