There's truth even in tainted knowledge, if one reads carefully.
We can never be gods, after all--but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.
But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much.
Fortunately, where reason failed, blind panic served well enough.
Rising from the dead? Glowing at sunrise? What did that make him, the god of cheerful mornings and macabre surprises?
This means, in a way, that true light is dependent on the presence of other lights. Take the others away and darkness results. Yet the reverse is not true: take away darkness and there is only more darkness. Darkness can exist by itself. Light cannot.