They stumble forth from binding blindness
Drawn not by light seen but by light felt.
“At least he ran in the right direction: ran back. And that is what shames me most of all. I, who call myself a warhorse and boasted of a hundred fights, to be beaten by a little human boy – a child, a mere foal, who had never held a sword nor had any good nurture or example in his life.” -C.S. Lewis (Sliding down may be the thing that lets you climb.)
