After the Lamps Grow Quiet

“Akka… everyone was celebrating differently. But who were they all turning toward?”

“They called Her by different names. We heard different stories. We saw Her in different forms…”

“I know. But who is She?”

“I know some of Her names. I know some of Her stories. But I don’t think that is what you are asking.”

“No. She is asking a question that people can carry for a very long time.”

“How long?”

“Sometimes for a lifetime. Come. Some questions should not be hurried. And we do not have to make them small simply because they are difficult.”