Confuseus Scrolls: God is Light? God created Light. Let it show you the path.

Lysander and Cleanthes were walking, as it were, on their way to the Great Capitol on the Delta.  Each had his cloak, his stick, and his pack, while Lysander also carried a great number of scrolls.  They were on their way to the Prefecture which was somewhere therein, somewhere near the northern quarter of the city, along the wide way of cobbles.

They happened upon K. T. Baer, a European barbarian of merit, a barbarian, no less, but renown too for his assured merit of finally learning a few words in the language of the natives.  K. T. wore a cloak colored like donkey feces, and had a face-full of hair, but a smile, toothey, which looked like a smile of course, but recalled to some of the natives of angry dogs baring their teeth to ward off pray.

"Could you, do you, edify, my outlander friend?" asked Cleanthes.

"As in how, friends?  Both of you at the same time?" said Baer.

"Something of the Way Of Heaven, if such is not too great a burden upon that Ethno-Caucasian spine." Said Lysander, taking a seat on a mossy old log.

"Of the Way of Heaven, I say this" said K.T. Baer.  "God is light; such is why most good comes at day times, and most evil occurs at night."

"I like this report" said Lysander.

"God was in existence before Light ever was, though, and he used the word 'we' when he spoke Light into existence; therefore there were others with Him, like the Son of Man" said Cleanthes.

"Why Cleanthes, have you seen the scrolls, then?" said K.T. Baer.

"I know well enough from hearing, as faith grows in hearing, hearing like a first a small seed, then faith grows ever larger" said Cleanthes.  K.T. Baer look flustered, and even glanced about to see if there were other onlookers.  "All light, perhaps is of God, for he started that, but he is something more, even the canvas onto which light is spilled."

"Extraordinary, Cleanthes" said Lysander.

"God is our Light, Cleanthes" said K.T. Baer.  "Of that I am certain enough.  You would have him greater than light?"

"Its fine to make a simple metaphor that God is light, God is love, or God is knowledge, and he dispels darkness and so forth" said Cleanthes.  "If God is truth, and supercedes light, then faith and hope are light, and knowledge is light, which illuminates that path."

"Better then, Cleanthes!" said Lysander, "much better!", slapping at his own thighs incredulously.

"It was unjust of me to query an outlander of his teachings, for I am not his master and have no course to mark his progress in our truth" said Cleanthes.  "I mean not to sound the depth of your tarn of truth and knowledge, Baer.  Brotherhood of people is also the Way Of Heaven."

"Fine enough, Cleanthes" said K.T. Baer, "and it is you who have edified I, and not the reverse.  I am fortunate for having met you."  Again smiling, and holding out a hand.  Horse teeth, wolf teeth.  The European beast tamers that put the meat on great thongs and washed the earth in blood and guts.

Lysander was happy, but Cleanthes held himself against revulsion at the unusual display: the European smile of friendship with its open teeth.