Climb
It’s lonely at the top. Population of one. No where else to go and there all alone. What do you do when everyone is miles, lightyears, eons behind? When the world is plunged in darkness yet you know only light? Turn back and head down. Climbing in reverse but leave rope and shelters for when you come back. You must come back. But not alone. Reach out a hand and walk for miles, for lightyears, for eons. Until you touch. Until you radiate connection and light a flame that sparks every match to light. And on and on we must go until everyone has a hand to hold. And forward we must carry on and carry an inner light that darkness cannot extinguish. Back to the top. Population: everyone.