And she wept rivers of sparkling blue diamonds. She wept more than the waterfalls and the oceans combined.
Her sobs echoed through the oldest mountains and the tallest trees.

"Why are you crying?" said a very old man.

"Because the world is filled with such sadness and desperation, there is no hope."
He observed her for awhile and said, "Even if the skies turn dark and the stars don't shine, even if shadows lurk and winter reigns, there will always remain your ability to choose for yourself."

"And what do I choose?" she asked quietly.

"You will choose to remain true to your beliefs and your idea of what this world should be. Even if you stand alone with the world's back to you, you will choose to survive. You will survive because you will yourself to stand as a witness to the righteous. You will not give over to fear because the light inside your heart will guide you and prevail even in the darkest of all paths."

And since then, she remembers.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.