When humans reached the end of the reality they had known until then, they were faced with the dilemma of moving forward. Many chose stones to fill the abyss and build a bridge, but the abyss never filled, and they spent their lives throwing weight into the void.
One among them, tired of that gesture, lifted himself above the crowd to see better. Then he stepped back to distinguish the shapes moving down there, and in doing so he had to stand on tiptoe, tilt his head to the side, a bit like when he was a child and imagination made his small world spin. And when they handed him another stone to continue that eternal cycle, he threw it to the ground.
He chose lightness, not to ignore the abyss but to cross it. Because in the meantime he had understood that he could not eliminate either darkness or light, but he could decide from which side to begin the movement. And so lightness illuminated the darkness because it crossed through it without being swallowed. From then on, lightness and the abyss became one and the same, because every form of authentic lightness is born only when it recognizes its own shadow, and the abyss cannot exist without a light to cast a shadow against.
