That world does not mimic our darkness. For if all mirrored the tincture of our cloth and the gaunt of our complexion, would we not be lost? We should thank those of color and daylight... Those whose gods we do not worship in fear... For without them, we have no social stigma. No macabre appeal. But of course, this thanks will be silent, bitter and encased in stone. For the words of the dead ne'er reach the living.