A darkness that wipes out any trace of illumination.
A blackness that co-exists with the noon day sun.
A black, so deep, it can extinguish candles.
Similarly, there is that ‘wrong’ that has so evolved to such an extent that ‘right’ can not even be in the same room with it.
And in like manner, ‘excuses’ can abound to a realm where they become certainties.
The blackness, the wrongs and the excuses are just words and contain nothing negative in themselves.
It is, like with everything, how they are perceived . . .