This is what I do to amuse myself.

The Ancients, particularly the Greeks, seem to have had either a wicked dark sense of humor or an exceptionally nuanced view of the human psyche (which is to be expected since they invented the concept of a human psyche). Reading the Theogony this evening I was struck by this passage (not the same as my copy, I got this from the internet--I'm not going to type out the transcription so screw you):

"And Nyx (Night) bare hateful Moros (Doom) and black Ker (Violent Death) and Thanatos (Death), and she bare Hypnos (Sleep) and the tribe of Oneiroi (Dreams). And again the goddess murky Nyx, though she lay with none, bare Momos (Blame) and painful Oizys (Misery), and the Hesperides ... Also she bare the Moirai (Fates) and the ruthless avenging Keres (Death-Fates) ... Also deadly Nyx bare Nemesis (Envy) to afflict mortal men, and after her, Apate (Deceit) and Philotes (Friendship) and hateful Geras (Old Age) and hard-hearted Eris (Strife)."
-Hesiod, Theogony 211

The money shot here is that Night bore, without insemination, all sorts of dark and hateful and mysterious things in the cthonic gestation and birthing of the unconscious. And included in that nasty little catalogue of the literal children of the Night is Philotes, friendship, intimacy, even a sort of love. Now that's dark. The primitive psychology that is mythology lumps friendship in with all manner of nasty things in the dark of our souls. This is the same culture that thought that after Pandora released the evils of the world from her tainted box the last thing to fly out was Hope. And not as a promise or a restitution for dumping on mankind the sum of his woes, but as the worst woe of them all. Pretty damned dark and insightful, those clever Greeks.