However late.

Too late.

We claim variety is the spice of life.

Yet differences do indeed breed hate.

Light is good, dark is bad. Very bad.

Reveal be good, cover be bad.

Until the crackers say otherwise.

Light love money.

Light love power.

Light love control.

The omnipotent White light.

Journey to forever.

In sleep, darkness unfolds the parallel.

Until engines deplete their fuel.

The welcome is a mirage conjured by that light.

Unconvinced – the narrative rings hollow.

False.

Maker remains silent.

Inevitably, science will right the white light wrongs.

The price is universal and uncompromising.

Equity, equality, compassion and grace as a final act.

The white slowly light dims as the curtain closes on the stage.