If darkness is the absence of light, and absence means not present, doesn’t it make sense that it’s not the light that moves away – but us?
For when we are fully present, we become aware of the steadfast inner light illuminating the way back home to ourselves.
We are never arriving, only journeying closer and closer to the source.
Perhaps that is the point.
Home is not a destination, but an evolving path of remembering our original truth.
Aren’t we all just pilgrims passionately pursuing the roots of our belonging?