Once upon a mountain there was seen a mighty lantern shining,
Brightening the valleys with a percolating radiance, and
Pulsing like the heart of every mother, every father, every
son and every daughter under stars upon the firmament.
Villages below upon the slopes of that most holy mountain
prospered, every citizen engrossed with his endeavor, caring
nothing for the ways of anger, greed, or any vice or evil.
Other peaks cast shadows on the sides of other valleys, so the
Lantern did not shine all over, often it was blocked, or covered
Over by the mists of woe, or rage, anger, destruction, death, but
In that valley, just that valley, in that valley there was light.