The darkness

I imagine walking into an abandoned unlit apartment building. As I step through the debris, I consider the risk and the possibility of rat poison sprinkled here and there by the ineffective landlord before the place was condemned. Something tells me to turn around and walk out before I turn into a rat and eat the bait. But before I leave, I have something to say,

"Blowing out someone else's candle doesn't make yours shine brighter."