He asked me about the red lights
He once asked me to tell him a story about the red blinking lights. This is what I told him…
He was a farmer. Owned the land. Was able to spend his days playing in the dirt. But his real joy in life came from his little girl. Her brilliant hair shining in the sun as she danced around reminded him so much of her mother. Everyday he would toil, and she would go off to play in the woods. He would call out to her “I’ll leave the light on for you to find your way home! I love you!” Everyday she would follow the lazy red beam back home, and they would eat and play until it was time to tuck in for the night. On one particularly beautiful day, the girl ran off to play in the woods and her father called his usual saying to her without a thought in the world of it. And that night, as he set the table, the sound to be brought into the world was from the red lights low hum. He didn’t move for 3 days listening to that hum, until he quite literally had to take a stand. He started constructing tall lamps, each with a red flame leading back home. Everyday, instead of toiling in the dirt, he toiled in the light. Everyday he made a new light until there were millions. And when the world was covered, he went home. He waited. And while the little girl never did come home, he was a little less lonely surrounded by a few hums.