Day 77 - Lighthouse Story

Lighthouse Story

Matthew Ryan Fischer

The Lighthouse at Constante was a unique lighthouse as it was neither on any body of water nor was it a lighthouse in the traditional sense.  The Lighthouse at Constante was not a tower or a building of any sort.  It did not emit any light or anything else into the night sky, into cloudy fogs, nor did it illuminate rigid waterways, hazardous coastlines, or assist any sea vessel of any kind.  Sea captains had not heard of it and it wasn’t on any maritime maps ancient or otherwise.

A lighthouse in its simplest form was a device to help aid navigation.  In that sense, The Lighthouse at Constante was indeed a lighthouse.  Somewhere in the darkness, in the shadows of the world not yet formed, stood the Lighthouse of Constante.  It was a beacon in the darkness of the eternal void.  It knew not time or place or creation or destruction.  It marked the path between life and death, the underworld and salvation, and between the good and evil of the soul.  Every man, every woman, every creature, every being walks the road of self-discovery.  And when there is illumination, the Lighthouse was there as well.  It emitted clarity into the madness of existence.  It marked the symbols of enlightenment and gave the outlines to truth.  It was a guide to those in need of peace and tranquility.

As far as anyone knew the Lighthouse at Constante had always existed.  It was said that when life was connected to the lighthouse there was harmony in the cosmos and peace in the hearts of existence.  Times of discord and chaos implied that life was not in touch or aware of the beacon.  It was believed there were many times that the metaphoric lights were out.  When there was darkness at the Lighthouse, hell followed and death was always assured.

There was no current lighthouse keeper at Constante.  The fact that there wasn’t a current one suggested that there could have been one at some point.  No one in the know in fact knew if this were true or not.  As far as they knew it had just been this way.  But some suspected there had been one.  What would the keeper’s role have been?  It was a guess, a whisper.  Perhaps the keeper was a guide to the universe, leading existence to where it was always meant to go.  Perhaps the keeper simply was there to give hope and a chance to those in need.  Perhaps the keeper was all too fallible a being and no matter the assigned task, had failed the universe in many moments of need.

Perhaps there never was a keeper and there never needed to be one.  Perhaps the universe, positive or negative, existed on its many levels without any deliverance or guidance or individualistic mandates of direction.  Perhaps such notions were unnecessary and simply assigned by they that needed to feel those sorts of things existed.  Perhaps the universe had no judgment or purpose, nothing more than existence.  But if that were true, who or what or why was the lighthouse created in the first place?

In the darkness something sinister was stirring and the Lighthouse was the one thing that could shine.