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The lightbulb was never the point. It's the split second before it flickers on, when the room is still dark but your hand already knows where the switch is. I used to think understanding arrived like a guest, knocking politely, waiting to be let in. Turns out it was already inside, rearranging the furniture for years. Then one Tuesday it just turns on the lamp and says, there you are. Not a bolt from the sky. More like a coin that's been in your pocket so long you forgot to spend it, until your fingers find the edge and remember what it's for. Or think of it as a word on the tip of your tongue for a decade, polite and patient, waiting for you to stop guessing and just open your mouth. It rarely comes when summoned. You can meditate on a mountain, light candles, ask the universe nicely, and instead it shows up while you're rinsing a mug, mid sentence, tying your shoe. That's the trick of it. Epiphany doesn't knock twice, and it never announces itself as anything larger than a small click, a key finally finding the lock it was cut for all along. Afterward you look around and the furniture hasn't moved at all. Only you have, one inch to the left, just enough to finally see the window that was always in the room.

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