Allegedly there is a light switch inside of our ribs. Not the up and down, fully on or fully off kind you normally find, Thank God its the circular type that when its turned to the right it gives increments of light life to figuratively illuminate the mystery of the hush hush, and touch the untouchable and love the unlovable. Inside our chest you could turn the nob to the left to vex our lenses dimmer and darker, farther and further, virtually its a murderous potential that exists in the essence of these exasperated inner caves, thirsty for forever sun rays and plauged from these dark days. Its annoying to leave it undefined and trust it’ll be fine. Trust that if we seek we’ll find where the light switch is located so our inner inmate can be emancipated from the cell block of Son block. And be free to almost touch the sunrises and taste the sunsets. And never have to turn that nob back to the left.