I live there sometimes, when the days drag on, when the nights are long and the spark of light calls I sit there,i listen to the call She calls me,the founder, the genius of light that starts it all. I sit there,she working her magic with my flawed thought. I sit there and listen. She speaks to me,she urges me to settle down, she urges me to calm myself. She knows i am lacking, she knows i don't stand,i fall. But yet there she is, With my life in her hands. She lays it out to me. The idea,there she is,it makes sense now. kyalo.