When the world becomes dark, who whispers to whom? Does the good witch save the bad witch from the dark quagmire, or does malevolence take over for the sake of survival? Dark is the flip side of light I believe. It’s so easy to crossover, it’s so easy to go from caring to not caring. It is so easy to be paradoxical…the dark side is never too far from the light. It’s perhaps the flip side. The sun and moon are there even when our eyes see dark and light. The paradoxical life remains in shadows and light, playing with each other. So who whispers to whom in the dark to keep the other sane and safe. Perhaps the dark shelters the light from the harsh winds and shoulders the rage and bitterness so the lighter one remains pure and bright. The burden is on the darkness to hide all that is difficult and harsh. The dark protects the light in this paradoxical world. Yet we only appreciate the light for what it shows us, but then the dark may keep secrets that if we were to behold we would run and scream in horror and pain. So be thankful for the dark for preserving the lightness of our beings.