At the base, there is only darkness. As I move my gaze upwards, the filaments of life become visible. I’m drawn to the light. It gives me hope. I grasp at it. It slips from me. I move, change perspective. Its pinpoint brilliance is now almost blinding. I look away. But I am energised – and encouraged. I continue shifting my position until the light shimmers, highlighting the intricate movements, the growth of all within my vision. Again, I look upwards and see life extending, unbounded. And yet, I’m drawn back to the darkness and how the light gets in.
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