Gaze out over the night sky, as dark as a fathomless pit, yet with a different quality about it. I believe they call it "dark matter."
Not realizing that what they mean is that even in places where darkness reigns, is a matter, so powerful as to let its presence be known.
We all have those dark places, holes left after the brilliant star that was shinning there has burnt out. It may seem like there is nothing there, but the observant know what is left, no insignificant emptiness, no.
A space that will fill with tears as you walk down familiar paths, a memory of something that is no more.
Yet brilliant stars can leave diamonds of memory also, cold after the warmth of the sun, yet no less beautiful.
Do we wish these fragments of memory to be gone? We may, yet without them the brilliance of the star will be forgotten. Without them we cannot feel as deeply as we do now and the joy's in the future would not mean as much to us.
Even matter that is dark is a reflection of something beautiful, made up of brilliant memories.