I am far from the light, if it can be believed. The light is close to me, if it can be believed. The light is everywhere, after all, but unseen, like all things that are eternal. If it can be believed, there is an eye that watches over all of us, even as we suffer, even as we die. But also when we are saved, sometimes in the nick of time, just like in the movies. Sometimes when the brain is lacking in seratonin, we wonder why the light has forsaken us, just like that famous carpenter, or if we ever had known it in the past at all, or if we had just been deluded, after all. I am far from the light, if it can be believed. Because we desire to be secret, and in darkness to do our business, far from the light. The light is close to me, if it can be believed. It shines in the places we want hidden, because sometimes, that is the only way we can be free from these things.