Darkness may be more fundamental than light, and reality may be entirely pointless and without meaning, beginning, or end. And perhaps, as compensation for darkness’s monopoly, we evolved the ability to find happiness and share it. And perhaps, as compensation for the fact that everyone will die and be taken from each other — that nothing is permanent and nothing carries true, non-reducible meaning — we have found the capacity to love.
Love is irrational and hopeless, but the reality it contrasts against is equally as insignificant and abstract. So we choose between two ludicrous designs. Perhaps they are inseparable, just as concepts of cold are inseparable from heat; just as cold is really less-heat, perhaps darkness is an absence of the capacity to love.