I thought myself sufficiently shrewd to make whatever decisions I wanted to make, and then to be able to sufficiently steer those decisions away from the rather dark and nasty places they would naturally take me. And I stand oddly perplexed that suddenly everything around me is dark and nasty.

Of necessity, our imagination must embrace the dark reality of ‘what is’ as a precursor to ‘what could be.’ For then and only then will we see in the darkness of today the certain light of tomorrow.

A dream is not simply an idea to entertain a life gone bored. Rather, it is a reality waiting to ignite a world gone dark.

Without the ‘dark’ I would never understand how light the ‘light’ really is. And while I don’t care for the dark, I do appreciate what it does for the light.

The darkness might hide things really well, but it doesn’t have the power to make them disappear. And when it comes to our dreams, we might want to remember that.

Despite how dark it might be, what is tonight but the precursor to tomorrow?

I huddle in the dark with a mass of burnt matches strewn at my feet. And yet, for all of those matches I’ve not been able to light a single candle. And huddled in such deep darkness, I’ve somehow yet to realize that Christmas made both matches and candles forever obsolete.

It is the fool who thinks that he can live in the darkness and not become dark.

Without the darkness would we truly understand the light as being light?