Sometimes Truth can only be seen by a child's eye. Mayhap that is why we see an innocent, content Light behind them. It is this gleam the world wishes to snuff out - we must all grow up dull, fake, and happy. And yet the meaning we crave - the fulfillment for our hollowness - is hidden in the Light behind their eyes. Can one regain that? Yes. But it will go quite strongly against what we want. We are like dulled knives trying to pry open walnuts. Acknowledgement is easy; believing is hard. Notice it is not a child who holds all wisdom - that would be a very easy no. It is whatever beauty that bestows an unspoiled child with the particular content radiance which makes the careworn envy this secret. Yet, this beauty is not imagined, though unseen at times. It is, rather, quite realistikk and hopeful. And this makes such Light all the more beautiful because it is precisely for those in the darkness.