Three thousand years ago, there was a human just like you and me who lived near a city surrounded by mountains. The sky was clear, and he could see millions of stars. In his heart, he felt there must be something more. He looked at his hands, he felt his body, and he heard his own voice say, "I am made of light". He looked at the stars again, and he realized that it's not the stars that create light, but rather light that creates the stars. :')