Light thinks it’s Beyoncé, shimmering with celestial meaning, but shadow knows that without it, we ain’t got nothing to show for ourselves – no paintings, poetry, or song.*
Anne Lamott

It asks something of us, this emptiness, this hollowness. It is a call. It is a call to meaning, and a call to love.**
Nick Cave

Shadow
defines us, presenting
need, asking
questions, showing us
the way; unanswered, it can
overwhelm us, even
destroy us, but, embraced, it can
make us.

*Anne Lamott’s Dusk Night Dawn;
**Nick Cave’s The Red Hand Files blog: #200.