But once she walked into the light, suddenly,

But once she walked into the light, suddenly, she could see all.

This is intuitive to the rest of us. Vision works using light; without it, one cannot see. But for someone who lived in a town always in darkness, it was an exciting and profitable

So I profited. I exploited the natives, and tarnished the land. I displaced and I destroyed. In the end, I got to control the light. No longer was I trapped in the darkness.

Whatever came before was an afterthought. The only way forward was through. With great power comes great responsibility, yet I had none. Should I turn back? Should I

put the lime in the coconut and sake it all up? "Doctor!" I screamed into the void - but no reply came. This was more than a little disconcerting. Perhaps I should call a

roaming phrenologist to get a diagnosis. Once I got a diagnosis I'd have an idea what I am up against. I went to my porch to see if any roaming phrenolgists were to be found. Few

could comprehend the roaming phrenologist who was fed up with frenetically fending off friendly federal fencers named Fred. I asked him for the Diagnosis, but he just said "You do

you, boo.” I thanked him for his time and talent and tenaciously tiptoed into the torrential rain. I looked up into the sky and screamed, “I DO ME, BOO!” Just then,

The pigeon looked at me thoughtfully and left a small deposit running down the back of my shoulder. How appropriate and apt.