House of Light

I love lighthouses; I always have. While still young and fresh my heart was captured by their forlorn stoicism, their haunted beauty. A lighthouse is so much more than some giant warning indicator -- it's a symbol, an icon, the embodiment of dogged resistance in the face of overwhelming odds, of blazing surety which pierces the roiling storm in search of lost eyes straining for light. On the border between two worlds it stands, but to neither does it belong. It's an island of vigilance in a sea of distraction, a tower of refuge in a morass of peril, a beacon of truth in a midnight of lies. Though the lightkeeper's duties be lonely and thankless, the world would know if his watch ever ceased.