...and there was. "The mind, once enlightened, cannot again become dark" Thomas Paine The journey started many years ago, as Hesse had, heading to the East, his mind a fragile butterfly of hope. And once he settled there he realised there was no returning, no way back. Yet still he yearned for the warm comforts of sin, an ignorance of unknowing dreams. He dreamt only of stillness and respite. Knowledge is like a sparkler in the night, thirty seconds trying to catch the light, the marks of it left inside your eyes as firefly sparks crackle and quickly die. But somehow, these images remain; illusions of light that guide us through the dark.