Beginnings

As he walked far and in the most divine of paths crossing old path of his wretchedness, his hands were batteries of the light. He touched all he seen as hopeful in the shadow's kiss, and saw blinded men in situations of circuit made destinations, he blessed them as best he could, hoping their hope would make his hope enough to set them free from their endless infinities. He, truer in every way, yet for many the divinity only went so fa he believed he had done something incorrect, without fret he devoutly continued. Finding a man who caught attention quickly, stumbling upon th man was a surprise to this anointed one, king of all kings before him, and of all who would be in front of his sight. Yet this simple man was a blinding beacon illuminating in his fright, unlike the rest who devoured the light blindly, simply craving it and hoarding it away with greed, making them darker still, he shown as if giving all his to be seen, giving them their fil He saw him more beautifly, for his being was not shrouded, this light glorified every angle and flaw of him, making him a detail i himself. The anointed watched the man, wondering of his choice to shine. After time, he noticed many things about him, variables set him apart from other men and swine, he had witnessed, his head was the brightest of himself. He noticed that he did not travel in circles, he moved in a shape resembling a three dimensional polygon, a sight for promise to help, many directions he went, and it reflected on his life, it wasn't of endless points in the same direction as the others, it was few points in many accumulated advances past his brother directions in directions. He saw that this man shining his light was actually lighting his own path in selection, yet he was still blind, knowing of feeling

his path, but the scope of which he could not see o his focus quite random.