I. This World I Exist In
is very dark and lonely. It is a black and white grayish void;
I stand here alone. It seems I am always positioned this way.
Many times people knock, but I cannot let anybody in. No
one is ever allowed entrance. I did not make up this rule. It
just is. There is this one light that creeps in from time to time.
This merciful force is what keeps me alive—an overwhelming
light, too powerful to push away. It wraps itself around me; it
will not let me go. Sometimes this light is rainbow colored. It
is beautiful. Most times I am happy to be in my misery, but
sometimes I need this mysterious light.

II. The Light
is beginning to brighten my world, but I am not sure if I want
it to. When it is rainbow-colored, it comes in the form of a
whirlwind. It will not speak to me. It will only let me observe
its beauty at a distance. So I stand there gazing in awe. The
day I first spoke to it, I was in the greatest pain of my life. I
asked it something. It did not talk back to me. It responded
by letting me see the most beautiful place in the loveliest colors.
This light is beginning to grow on me. I think about it
night and day. It is my only companion. I have my own set of
friends. But nobody knows.

III. If I Could Speak to the Light
and it would be willing to respond, I would ask Why won’t
you leave me alone; why don’t you speak to me? Sometimes I
think the silence is a way of drawing me out. The light won’t
leave me alone, but it is not that much of a bother anymore.
Maybe it is a friend. Perhaps it too needs me. Could it be
my very misery and darkness draw it to me as if to say Don’t
fret; I am here. I exist out here in this hemisphere as well; my
so-called life is similar to your? Sometimes I think this light
might need me as well. So, show yourself, call yourself, I will
tell it one day. But in the meantime, the mystery remains.