And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness.”
Thirty-nine-years-ago, a light came into the world in the form of a slimy, mucous-covered ball named Lilly.
That would be me.
Though my light has had darkness swirling around and about it, though the darkness has tried to eat my light, the darkness has not overcome.
Darkness has not swallowed me; I have swallowed darkness.
Now it lives in me but it is not me.
It lives in this body made of flesh and bones and tendons and joints.
It lives in my mind made of lobes and ganglia and synapses.
It lives in all of this which is me and which is not me.
Today I am alive.
Today the darkness has not overcome.
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