Since facts are what constitute reality, and used in judgement, the truth remains unknown and colourless. Just as the murderer was a Muslim fanatic and the truth is that he was human too. Their shadows were cast by the same luminosity, but for one of them, it was by a brightness travelling through the light years of history from a long dead Arabian night. So, in the beginning there must have been darkness. Darkness is what covers everything like a cloak, and outlasts light.
Light dies at some time, when the wick burns out, or the oil runs out, or the lamp cracks.
Or at least, this is what a widow would be thinking. Of the futility of lighting the lamp. Or the nest of all nightmares. He is also the author of Scream of the Dragonflies , a collection of short stories.