the bleakness is the norm.
A child, a nation, convinced that the dim light of the cave
is the bright light of life.
And they grow, living, laughing, crying.
Each convinced that the darkness is the true light.
Passing this down, generation to generation.
Until...
Until one day a brave soul steps out. He wanders far.
Farther than anyone one dared.
Farther than his mind could fathom.
And a new image invaded his mind.
What is the word for this? What is the meaning?
To apply current beliefs to new sights, sounds, frightening strangeness.
He looks and after a moment he says
LIGHT!
And with racing heart and breathless voice he soon he shares of this new found enlightenment.
The sunshine, shining brightly all these years.
So many decades, generations, millenniums. It shines.
Even when this clan knew not of its existence, it shone.
And their world was expanded, presented, exploded.
For a simple truth had been realized, or perhaps, remembered.
That deep down, whether remembered or forgotten,
The light shines, never stopping when it is forgotten. Never fading when hidden by rock
or by time.
It shines upon them, waiting patiently all these years for their faces to emerge,
to embrace.
And in a warm peace, they remember, and embrace the glow.
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