What is this light

……Is God merely an idealized concept spawned out of the spontaneous reaction to our sufferings, could it be an image that acts as a buffering, a image that’s somehow fell into the cracks and crevices of our psychological needs, and we just made it something, our wants and our needs is our circumference; we subscribed and prescribe for an image to do something, in its defense it didn’t sit by and do nothing, the mirage at edge of the horizon stood up and gave us a place to plead, to an invisible force that took heed, without it its followers would have never been freed. We lent our eyes, our mouths, so it could succeed, our minds so it could take heed and fulfill our needs, out of our fears we developed its wrath, we looked around at ourselves and developed its staff, it’s our slight of the hand to ourselves, to help put our fears on the shelves. In the mirror squinting to block out the light, atlas we see we’re the only thing in sight.