Love help: The dark is generous. - Help.com

i like it alot, its sounds great

Simple thoughts, written in a special way…maybe it seems like there’s no hope…

“The dark’s patience is infinite.
Eventually, even stars burn out.”

And then it changes…
“…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.”

It was kinda depressing at first, thank god they put that ending o.0

I like it, the author seems to be struggling with the balance and finding a way of accepting the dark..kinda like the yin and yang stuff. Then at the end there’s that bit of light, hope as it were. As though through the darkness one can appreciate the light and the author then contradicts, so it’s really not that dark and ominous really. That’s my take anywho…being the eternal optimist lol.

Gotta love that perception!

Hiya, HT;

It has always been my feeling that light and dark are equal brethren - undefinable without each other, unconquerable by each other, unquenchable in absolute passion.

Stars die. But in the center of each galaxy lies a blinding cradle where dark is only myth, spinning out another to replace it. And, if dark seems more prevalent, then realize that the smallest spark of light is all that is needed to force its retreat.

In truth, Dark never wins. It occupies the space it can find left empty, constantly moving from the threat of illumination. But Light never wins either; Darkness has a fluid grace, reclaiming every millimeter left unattended. It is not a battle; it is a dance.

You need to realize a third force. Amorphous, faceless, and far more dangerous. I have always called it grey. Without passion, without action, submissive and specious, it exists as the medium for these great passions. Contempt can not color compassion, while compassion burns hot - no justice tainted while ideals are true. But when left unattended, the grey subsumes it, awaiting the next change.

Darkness hides nothing from it - Light illumines none of it. Grey does not care. Your darkest thoughts and brightest ideals are beyond it; it is aeomebic, moved when prodded, placid when unattended. It abides in semi-existence, ever-transitional, awaiting outside forces to determine its next destiny.

If you love the darkness, love the light; it provides the dark its substance.
If you love the light, love the darkness; for only in darkness can it shine.
If you love either, beware the grey; for it would lay waste to every passion.

((Y’know, for someone who’s talkin’ a lot of Dark Smack, looks to me like you’re workin’ the other side of the street out there, HT: Good job! ~Grin~ Let’s see how much of it you can burn away.))

I mean that your post considering dark more powerful than light is belied by your work out here on the boards. How do you see the poem - you never stated your own viewpoint…

I like the viewpoint; like I said earlier, I’d like you to see us as fighting something less than a superior force, especially when our true enemy is apathy.

I’ve seen you today in two separate cries for help. I used to think that the darkness in their lives was the enemy; then through experience, I learned the enemy is the parents who don’t listen or see the problem, all the people around them who decide not to get involved. You’ve chosen to be a lighthouse, HT; it’s hard work. Bless you for it.

I’d differ; there’s an old saying “All it takes for evil to win is for a good man to do nothing.” There are 30 churches within 10 miles of my location, and I know that there are people who try to get to AA meetings in their basements that need to scrounge for rides. And Depression isn’t hard to spot - if you’re willing to see it.

I was told by more people than I care to remember, “If you want to save something, buy a dog.” I was told by a pastor that he was going to therapy, and believed that his desire to help people was predicated on his need for acceptance. I was told by people in Al Anon that the best way to handle addicts is to just let them do what they want, and not be hurt trying to help them. To me, it’s not a question of darkness - it’s a question of a determined lack of light. “Not My Problem.” “You Can’t Help These People.” “I Have My Own Problems.”

You’ve been talking to people who claim to be ready to slice a vein - those kind of people don’t usually prance around the house, whistling, until they let the blood flow. Depression is the least invisible disease short of leprosy. If people close to these people were doing what they should be doing, you wouldn’t be talking to them at 4AM from half a continent away.

But certainly these people would all consider themselves “good people.” Caring, compassionate, loving, even religious. I know for a fact they do: I’ve dug those trenches.

Darkness isn’t stronger - we just have a logistics problem. There are plenty of “Good People” out there… they’re just not willing to do anything. I can handle a stand-up fight; but apathy gets up my nose. ~smile~

Get some sleep, HT. G’nite!

I suppose it’s a question of viewpoint, HT. I was there, believe me; on the big night in November it was 11PM, the temperature was dropping, and the woman’s parents told me just to let her find her way home - she wasn’t worth the effort. I left on my search, thinking, “I’ll see you in hell…”

But these are “good” people - I’ve seen it in the two years since. They just aren’t “strong” people. Some minister once explained to me that the word “Christian” means “Little Christs.” I’ve found it more often than not means “Baby Christs.” They want to be carried; they want to be saved and hugged and warm and loved. They just aren’t up for the fight. I can’t condemn them, and label them dark - they’re too ineffective, too impassionate to be dark. I guess they are the “Flock” the Christians talk about - the sheep to be looked after, the ones that need a good shepherd.

They say you hate most the thing you can see in yourself. I can see the grey in me - the ease with which I could just turn away, let it be someone else’s problem. Perhaps that is why I consider them lower than the enemy which defines me.

The Chinese call it Yin and Yang. One can not survive without the other and there is where the balance is. We need the night to appreciate the following day, just as we need the bad to appreciate the good. Otherwise we would never realise have lucky we are.

The Iroquois refer to two dogs, one white and one black in reference to a “good mind” and how we perceive things as it’s our choice ultimately…

Which dog will you feed? The white who encompasses good positive thought or the black who represents negative?

In Buddhism there is a simularity to this in which we control our thoughts as well…”What we think, we become”.

As with the Yin and Yang it is only through acceptance in the light and dark which we all have within ourselves that we find inner peace. The balance. Makes sense to me as we are all human and wouldn’t experience any of these things, negative and positive thoughts light and dark, unless it were as natural as the universe which embraces us.

Haha! This post is deeper than I expected! XD

I thought this was going to be an open ended post where “The dark is very generous” was the subject.

I was going to say something like….”Haha! Yeah! Because in the dark people can’t see what you look like! *laughs at her own joke*”

Hehe…Sorry if I broke the seriousness of the post. XD

I’d put these words into Nature. When nature decides to have a wild fire - or some idiot shows his foolishness - The fire scorched earth after a period of time, grows new earth (greenery).
Would you say I am right? Or have I missed the point of this conversation?

From out of darkness - burst forth light. OR.
The earth was once formless - Dark - Then light came forth etc.
From death came life - As in - Jesus died - then came back to life -
Jesus - died then rose to eternal life - Becoming life for those with faith.

Seemingly, to me at least - Everything seems’ to have had a point of darkness before an Almighty birth into light! Hence the story of nature - From great destruction, life burst forth.

=Darkness into light.

There are those who are not dark but black, just an absence of light. True darkness is soft and gentle and loves the light that burns it away.

White Knight wrote:
There are those who are not dark but black, just an absence of light. True darkness is soft and gentle and loves the light that burns it away.

I found that a reasonable insert - I like what you have writen.

I like it, it’s like an inner struggle

This story happened a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away. It is already over.Nothing can be done to change it. This quote, alog with the one you posted, is from the revenge of the sith novelization by matthew stover, correct? That boom changed my life. it made me realize that love is one of the more powerful forces in the universe, and that life has no universal meaning except for love. Greed is a love of money, rage is a love of hate, emoness is a love of sorrow. All that gives meaning comes from love. Soaring echoes of trascendent love, and the bleak, black despair of unbearable heartbreak.

and Even worse, you necropost.