posted on Feb, 14 2008 @ 02:30 PM
The Lighthouse felt cold and alone in a strange place. So one day it began searching for the warmth and beauty of Light...not realizing that the tool
it was searching with was light, not seeing the light within itself...like the eye that could not see itself.
Its searchlight spread over the land, searching, desperately longing for a sparkle of light. Finally its light fell upon an object on the ground that
reflected its light. "I´ve found the light!" it thought....not noticing that it itself provided that light. They joy of finding that object was
short-lived when our little Lighthouse found out that the objects light was rather dim and could not be permanently sustained. The Lighthouse went on
to gather further objects outside itself, always in the mistaken hope of being provided Light, never noticing itself as the source of that Light.
Then one day, the unthinkable happened. Its searchlight fell upon another Lighthouse. Another Lighthouse! Not having noticed its own light, it had
never seen such a bright light before. And it fell in love. The only problem was, that the other Lighthouse did not always shine its light on our
little Lighthouse. And in those moments, our little Lighthouse felt colder and more abandoned than ever before. It had gotten to know what true
shining warmth and light is, but when the other Lighthouses light shone elsewhere, it was in shock. Our Lighthouse had become addicted to that other
Lighthouse light because it still did not recognize itself as a source of light.
Then finally one day someone visited the Lighthouse and held up a mirror to it. For the first time the Lighthouse saw that what it was searching
with, was what it was searching for. And it was enlightened.