The Light and the Dark I walked into my room to find the light Kneeling in prayer. Who are you praying to? I asked. The dark, the light said. Is the dark your god? I wouldn’t be praying to it if it wasn’t. How do you know you’re not the dark’s god? I don’t, the light said. That night I asked the dark If it hears the light’s prayers. No, the dark said. Are you in touch with the light? Yes, I said. Ask it if it hears mine.
The Light and the Dark
The Light and the Dark
The Light and the Dark
The Light and the Dark I walked into my room to find the light Kneeling in prayer. Who are you praying to? I asked. The dark, the light said. Is the dark your god? I wouldn’t be praying to it if it wasn’t. How do you know you’re not the dark’s god? I don’t, the light said. That night I asked the dark If it hears the light’s prayers. No, the dark said. Are you in touch with the light? Yes, I said. Ask it if it hears mine.