“Why are you always contradicting me?” I asked myself.
”I’m not!” I answered back.
”Perhaps it’s because I was conceived in the darkness and still search for all things light?”
“No, that’s not it at all. I was born with luminous, penetrating eyes; ones that can even pierce shadows. And I surrender each night into dreams so vivid that they can make me cry.
I am the light.”
“No!” I retorted. “I am just some muted gray matter, surrounded by all things black. I err when I acquit myself far too easily, and in failing to see beyond my own dark pretense.
For I am always man.”
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