[CaptainCrunch]

If you've ever read the Revenge of the Sith novel by Stover he has these short interludes that talk about the dark and the light and they are amazing.

The dark is generous.
Its first gift is concealment: our true faces lie in the dark beneath
our skins, our true hearts remain shadowed deeper still. But the
greatest concealment lies not in protecting our secret truths, but in
hiding from us the truths of others.
The dark protects us from what we dare not know.
Its second gift is comforting illusion: the ease of gentle dreams in
night's embrace, the beauty that imagination brings to what would
repel in day's harsh light. But the greatest of its comforts is the illusion
that the dark is temporary: that every night brings a new day.
Because it is day that is temporary.
Day is the illusion.
Its third gift is the light itself: as days are defined by the nights that
divide them, as stars are defined by the infinite black through which
they wheel, the dark embraces the light, and brings it forth from the
center of its own self.
With each victory of the light, it is the dark that wins.

The dark is generous, and it is patient.
It is the dark that seeds cruelty into justice, that drips contempt into
compassion, that poisons love with grains of doubt.
The dark can be patient, because the slightest drop of rain will
cause those seeds to sprout.
The rain will come, and the seeds will sprout, for the dark is the soil
in which they grow, and it is the clouds above them, and it waits behind
the star that gives them light.
The dark's patience is infinite.
Eventually, even stars burn out.

The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins.
It always wins because it is everywhere.
It is in the wood that burns in your hearth, and in the kettle on the
fire; it is under your chair and under your table and under the sheets
on your bed. Walk in the midday sun and the dark is with you, attached to
the soles of your feet.
The brightest light casts the darkest shadow.

The dark is generous, and it is patient, and it always wins—but
in the heart of its strength lies weakness: one lone candle is enough to
hold it back.
Love is more than a candle. Love
can ignite the stars.