The light which shines is the white light; and the light which envelops itself in shadow is the black light. We have forgotten the truly path of our existence wich is present moment and its light source.I see a river of light, descending from divine understanding and changing into three hundred and thirty-five harmonious voices. In this light, night comes to bathe, cleansing itself of shadow. In the living light, in the light which reaches everywhere, shadow cannot exist.