Every light is beautifully unique and shines where it will. I tried to save the world and found I had to save myself. As a light worker I polish my lamp. Maybe it shines on the world a wee bit. Maybe it just shines for me. I work out my own salvation with fear and trembling. My world is my tribe. Some remain but many of the brilliant and beautiful lamps that have lighted my way have transitioned. I travel on. 

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