Love of the Shadows

Tonight I have read too many comments of those with subtle hatred of the dark, it angers, annoys, and depresses me all at once. My quote comes into my head or at least part of it "but a faceless name writing insights to life few will ever comprehend." (Damn my habit of quoting myself and thinking of my poetry). I am not in a particularly hopeful mood and I believe that existing in the dark only makes one more aware as to how superficial the so called "beauty" of the light truly is, as it relies solely on the point that you must see in order to know it is beautiful. Or perhaps I have fathomed the darkness and been dwelling in isolation for too long. Oh well.
       I am tempted to write another quote simply because it came to my mind, but it doesn't apply. For I am not merely talking about the silhouettes of objects, their shadowy form in the night, but of nothing. The dark represents nothing because when there is nothing there is only darkness. Sorry if I ramble on, I feel nothing else at the present...