I recently shared with some classes the acceptance speeches of great American authors who had won the Nobel Prize in literature. I’m always struck by William Faulkner‘s declaration that:
The ancient commission of the writer has not changed. He is charged with exposing our many grievous faults and failures, with dredging up to the light our dark and dangerous dreams for the purpose of improvement.
It reminds me so precisely of this statement from Moroni at the end of the Book of Mormon:
give thanks unto God that he hath made manifest unto you our imperfections, that ye may learn to be more wise than we have been.
Another reminder that the greatest literary achievements tend to admit the inherent darkness of existence, because only then can we actually rise above it.