To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.
To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,
and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,
and is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
Wendell Berry: To Know the Dark
Thanks to L. M. Sacasas for making me aware of this poem by quoting it in his essay, What Did We Lose When We Lost the Stars?