Why is it always white light? It could be anything - Sunshine, Blue Sky - even a moonlit night. But white light? A doorway? Leading where? To more questions? Always questions! Questions with no answers. Bleached Bones! Broken promises, and a doorway into nothing! White light! We are all orphans - Searching, hoping, creating Gods in our own image! So why did we lose our imaginations when we got to white light? Why must white light be the ultimate unanswerable question? And why a doorway into nothing? why a portal into sand? Why must white light define our last goodbye, when we dream ourselves in color, all the other days of our lives!
