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 rail 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 in infinite
Eventually, even stars burn out.