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.

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