Sam felt the flame burning brighter, like a noble blue star lighting every shadowy, empty corner of the cavernous universe. His comprehension of it’s origin was flickering and fleeting. The shadows danced about trying to avoid Sam’s scrutiny and as much as Sam wanted his light to catch the shadows he was afraid to see what they hid. He knew from some knew sense that eventually he would have to look into these things and face them if he wanted the flame to continue to burn. The flame felt like courage, and pride and esteem, it was all of these and much more.