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What if all this time my reflection was pure light. By definition a reflection is a throwing back by a surface of light, what if I was your light. What if by chance, the same light that God uses to guide my steps was my own. I believe by all measures in the most high, but I am created in His image; He is within me. But what if I was your light, what if you followed me to the depths of the world, because my reflection was so effervescent. With radiancy, I lead and you follow. What if you were me; you are me. My light, with me, my walk with ease, purely mine. What if I was my own, my own god, I pray to the Father, but exalt like the son. What if, just what if I am the sun?

But what if I don’t know it yet ...