在，有，是。

Now, instead of framing myself in terms of what I am not, I need to start seeing myself in terms of who I am.

Once again, it's a question of being. Be. Be-ing.

If I am simply identified by the residual of existence that is yet to be claimed and named, I then look only to darkness that the light has not yet touched.

I have my own light. I just need to know how and where it belongs.
As a city, on a hill.