Yet, I am headed the right direction. The projector shines the way and creates a pathway that is bright as daylight. I can feel the light's warmth on my back. I dare not test it, but still I know. My footing is firm.
Steps balance on an edge as thin as a razor's point, yet as secure as a razor's flat side.
My safety is fixed on a permanent backdrop. That lustrous beam is the expression of my parentage and I walk alone, sole heir to the wealth. This beam of light is the bedrock on which my thoughts rests, from recognition of the greatest to appreciation of the smallest, from unwavering inspiration to essential spark. With the light behind me, close and warm, I am not leaving it, but taking a remembrance with me. Tiny and silent, this platform becomes immense in subtlety.