From Magister Moore’s annual Address to the Illuminants:
Merry Lux Splendor!
We celebrate the Radiance of Light, when the Prophet sanctified the roads between worlds. He reminds us that light is a gift, and so in this time we give to others, that our light might reflect from one soul to the next.
But what of those who are alone? Those who have no others near to receive their radiance and return it back? I am reminded of the writings of Sister Yetunde Folarin, the anchorite hesychast of the Zorqula Mountains on Nowhere in her Epistles to No One:
“Long, ageless solitude has attuned the eyes of my soul to see the Invisible Light. Its searchlight beams spring from each heart, questing forth to each other heart and onward, out across the infinite night between worlds. I tell you, No One, that you are not alone, for the Light is all about you, even in the darkest deep cave or the emptiest void beyond the jumpgate. It comes from you, and is returned to you a thousandfold by the Pancreator.”