The Light knew the mansion well, and the spark of light contained therein, for the turning Earth presented the mansion to its gaze anew each day. As the Light beheld the world, it traced the paths of men and women. Upon every nation it bathed its children, awaiting an invitation to offer its radiance and the promise of release. While it waited, it did not demand or rebuke, but quietly adored as each exploring mind tested its creation. The Light knew that when the experiment was done, love would offer each child the pathway home.
The man in his mansion became tired of his intense thought and the authority it demanded. As he allowed his mind to rest, he discovered that he existed beyond his capacity to think, and so he began to feel the possibility of beauty. In this silence, doubt began to take form and thoughts tumbled and wrestled for vantage. His anxiety had returned. Then the Light knew that the moment was near.
As the man’s eyes wondered across the floor an epiphany struck: instead of seeing the patterns of thought before him, he recognized the light that had made his thought visible. He slowly lifted his gaze from the ground and began to focus upon the door. Carefully stepping along the seam of light, a path that had been lit and in full view all the while, he simply walked forward along its ray. He placed his hands upon the door and let all questions fall away. The door swung open and the mansion was overcome with Light.