I love that short story. But the story that this really made me think of was "A Wrinkle in Time": > The Darkness seemed to seethe and writhe. Was this meant

I love that short story. But the story that this really made me think of was "A Wrinkle in Time": > The Darkness seemed to seethe and writhe. Was this meant to /comfort/ them? > Suddenly there was a great burst of light through the Darkness. The light spread out and where it touched the Darkness the Darkness disappeared. The light spread until the patch of Dark Thing had vanished, and there was only a gentle shining, and through the shining came the stars, clear and pure. Then, slowly, the shining dwindled until it, too, was gone, and there was nothing but stars and starlight. No shadows. No fear. Only the stars and the clear darkness of space, quite different from the fearful darkness of the Thing. ... > "It was a star," Mrs. Whatsit said sadly. "A star giving up its life in battle with the Thing. It won, oh, yes, my children, it won. But it lost its life in the winning."