My ink and quill glides across parchment, inking scripture like a possessed entity. I have not blinked in fifteen minutes. I feel not exhaustion, nor discomfort. On the contrary. I feel gripped more than ever by the realization that the sun has bestowed upon me. At this pace, I will soon rewrite the entirety of the original scripture i once followed. It could be considered heresy, and yet, I feel only an easing to my heart. Like each word brings me closer to the truth that I could not see. I am not likely to sleep tonight. Could this be what enlightenment does to someone?