So He said, "I am The Light;"
And so, the was The Darknes,
As opposed to what it had been:
The All
For an unbounded eternity.
Suddenly, He gazed into The Darkness,
Transfixed — enchanted, until
He, himself, is in it.
All full of desire;
Lost in the daydreams of expectations;
Amidst those for whom it has never occurred:
This, right here, is enough;
Even, notwithstanding,
The Darkness.
Go play in the dirt,
And be comforted,
that The Light shines for all!
(Except for those who prefer to live
In The Shadows),
Like the first man and first woman,
After their work giving names to the creatures and things of The Earth,
took to wresting for themselves,
The names for things befiting celestials.
The audacity!
They?
Knowing the names of heavens reserved for the luminous creatures … for the noumenal things.
Like Truth and Justice and Love;
Good, but mostly Evil,
It being least distant to The Darkness,
And, their understanding of it having been demonstrated so thoroughly;
But, at least they know Beauty,
which was born out of The Darkenss.
What can you know of these things
Since, you *are* the darkness,
And, you will die?
Don't you see that even The Light cannot know itself, by itself?
Pride.