The Darkest Darkness
Once, when I was walking down a road in the middle of a forest, I noticed a path I had never seen. That should have been my first warning. But I traveled down it anyway, deeper and deeper, into a darker and darker wood.
Do you know what I found when the wood got to it's darkest point?
I found that it could get no darker.
I smiled then, and kept going, for when a wood can get no darker, there is nothing that can happen except that it grows lighter again.
And when the darkness faded all away and I found myself walking on the road that I knew once more, I was not sorry that I had gone into the dark — I was only happy that I knew the way.