Giant molecular clouds are dark. Oh so very dark. “Optically dense,” so to say. Yet, this is where stars form: in the darkness. Gravity is introspective, and soon enough the pressure builds and the density becomes critical and then there’s a protostar. There’s hope. Eventually, after enough time, fusion happens and the weight of the past darkness is blown away by light. Balance. The perfect balance between pressure inward and pressure outward. A star. A life.
Say what you want about the vast loneliness and emptiness of space. There is comfort there. There must be.