What I didn’t mention was the fact that I also experience something subtly primal about being alone and out of doors in the darkness. Neither did I mention that it sometimes generates a modicum of fear which I assume stems from an ancient genetic memory, or that such fear gives occasional rise to some chilling imaginations.
The prosaic and materialistic nature of the modern human has, I think, largely buried that ancient genetic response under more immediate and pecuniary concerns. I assume that’s why horror films are so popular: they reawaken something that’s largely missing from most of our relatively safe living environments. Very few horror films have that effect on me. They rarely go deep enough, and I have no need of them anyway.