It's so alone.
It's so loud.
The quiet of the tomb.
It's the in between time from Good Friday til Easter Sunday.
It's been a between day for a long time.
For Christians, it's a day of contemplation and anticipation re the Resurrection.
According to Christian mythos, Jesus went to the souls in the 'underworld' and preached to them. And apparently some of them followed him. Who is just a guess.
My thought is that being in between gives one a choice.
The middle is often the worst place to be. Waiting, wondering, what is happening, what will occur.
It can play against oneself.
It's always darkest before the dawn.
And there is nothing to be afraid of, because if one takes the time to rest and regroup, that between day has value.
We become stronger than we were.