Like it or not, we either add to the darkness of indifference and out-and-out evil which surround us or we light a candle to see by.
Madeline L’Engle, A Circle of Quiet
And so, we choose.
We know the candle is the better choice but sometimes we struggle to find a match with which to light it.
We sit in the dark for a while, perhaps our eyes even begin to grow accustomed to the shadows.
Yet even as we see dimly, and reach lost and empty hands out in the darkness, we know there is a better way.
We come to realize that there has been a match in our hand all along and we strike it.