You are traveling down this dark road, and you have a lantern, and there are fireflies in it, but their light isn't like the light of the fireflies we know; it's deep purple blue. It hardly illuminates--the best we can say is that it doesn't endarken.

You, though, are not tempted to look for a brighter sort of light because you are afraid (rightly) that it will blind you to your surroundings and you might stumble. And you want to see what's around, but right now the road is going through a desolate plain. You somewhat fear your eyes no longer are seeing truly, and then, too, you somewhat fear that they *are* seeing truly.

But you have those fireflies. I don't know how they came to congregate in your lantern, but they did--it must be that they believe in your journey? Or something.

So keep going: we want reports.

(This is not a metaphor or an allegory. This is just something I realized.)