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If the all-powerful light, how did darkness?

Before you, I was surrounded by darkness, yet you became a light in my life.

You are unclean. And you don't wash away the dirt. You will never cover the sun. You are a dirty broken toys.

- I may throw up on you.
I think these things are reliable.
- Don't put a balm on the wounds. One crack, and after thirteen seconds the blood boils. And suddenly the Sun flare? Us in the chair live roast. And if you happen to pick up an andorian shingles? You start talking, when your eyes will bleed? Space is disease and danger wrapped in darkness and silence.
- Sad news: Starfleet operates in space.
- My wife took everything on this damn planet in the divorce. The bone that is left.
- Jim Kirk.
- McCoy, Leonard McCoy.

The human spirit since time immemorial, seeks out sources that could help answer the mysteries of life, is any light that is able to disperse the darkness enveloping them.

What's it like to feel the darkness inside himself?

Still, you'd better not argue: that the blacker the darkness, is Stalin.

He would have a little more humor, more life - that's what missing here. Dark places need light, but not in seriousness.

Void terrible and destructive death. Empty human soul is not filled with life, she just aimlessly wanders in the darkness. But such an existence is meaningless.

Death doesn't discriminate. It is dark, it is possible to see only darkness, the perfect loneliness... but after all, life is not much different.

Dream about embrace the darkness,
To forget this darkness
But the merciless light of the moon:
In it we see their scars,
And my heart stops in fear.

Good and evil - two faces of the moon. Its light lies the darkness. The reverse side of anything.

Show me a ray of hope amidst the darkness that surrounds me and not push me into the abyss, but support, because I have legs.

Oppression of the dark acts differently on the souls of men. The man in the face of the night recognizes his imperfection. He sees the darkness and feels weak. Under the black sky it is like a blind man. Alone with the night person comes down, bows, falls down, falls down in prostration, and is hammered into the hole or longs to have wings. Almost always he is ready to flee from the presence of faceless Unknown. For him it is incomprehensible. He was trembling, he bends his back, perplexed, but sometimes it leads there.