Light.

It's like all my thought became bent on encountering it. To embark on this strange, awful journey. I didn't know what light would look like without my shadows. For years I wondered whether it was cool, gentle blue, or searing-red fire. No one could tell me, no matter who I asked or where I looked.

But the more I dreamed the less it mattered. I was made weary by activity, driven to solitude--where it fell upon me. I heard it again. Felt it. Believed it. Wanted it. Missed it. Knew I needed it.