Darkness

I have a dear friend who I've known for quite sometime. Some of you may know him others may not. He's a very close friend of mine and I thought I should have the liberty of introducing him to you. His name is Darkness, an old friend from childhood memory and plays a key roll in the way the world functions. You see without my friend Darkness there would be no light, there would be no hope, and there would be no need to fear anything. If we feared nothing than what was there to lose? We wouldn't value anything and we would live our lives disposing things we did not find useful anymore.

Now, I'm not saying that we don't already do that but we know the value of something. Whenever we reject a persons kindness we have the feeling of remorse or that memory sticks with us for the longest time gnawing at the back of our heads. That is my friend Darkness telling you all the things that could have happened just because you rejected a persons kindness.

My friend Darkness, he pities the living for we produce morality. A tiger does not have morality, in regards to Mark Twain, instead it reacts on instinct. An instinct I wish to posses.