Light Robert Hanczyk March 9, 1998 I have found the light. Or rather it has found me. It follows in the darkness, hidden without daring to cast a shadow and reveal itself. The cycles of time will bring the light out much to its own dislike for it must reveal those that do the hiding save for itself. The force to which inscrutable power is wielded shall unrelentlessly push those forward bearing no mercy to even the most pleeful. Pity those who dare attempt to flee light. Their endeavor shall prove futile throughout all eternity or until the light extinguishes itself forever. Why fear the phenomenon of the light? It lay at the end of the path for which one seeks. Hope is not forever buried but blossoms, bearing prejudice to not a universal soul. It is of a propelling nature to fulfill the dreams of souls and bear no evil temper even to darkness. Light is as it always was and shall be. In devastation, we flee not the light but the merciless pursuit of darkness which impedes further progress of inescapable evolution for all. To drop the axe is not but a whim to surrender, unacceptable in light's forbearance. It shall reign over the darkness in their perpetual battle throughout the universe, waiting for those to descry the brightness of life. Alas, a balance of light and dark forces one to face both, but know neither. Reality is what fantasy enlightens but ceases to replace in the continuance of time bearing the good and evil, light and dark, life and death which every soul must face. Our hearts graciously bear the light we seek, harbor the darkness we condemn. To reach our goal, we must follow the brightened path, lest we not neglect that lurking in the shadows patiently awaiting strike. To even the most despondent of souls, our guidance lies ahead, never behind, for us to persevere in darkened times and discover the triumphant sovereignty in that which we seek.