What if the essence of substance lies not in its tactile being but in its ephemeral shadows? As we traverse the dim pathways of perception, the materials we deem dark embrace a paradox: they are both known and hidden, tangible and ethereal.
The mind, a prism of thoughts, refracts reality into spectra unseen by the naked eye. Within this spectrum, each hue whispers truths, distorting yet revealing, a chiaroscuro dance of understanding and ignorance.
Is it not the case that in the exploration of dark matter, one discovers the luminous void that challenges existence itself? To ponder materials is to ponder existence, and to exist is to be a shadow in the dance of light and dark.
Contemplate the materials of your mind: are they dark, are they light, or are they the quiet reflections in a prism?