"Go to the light," they say. "Gooooo to the liiiiight...."
And yet, in real life, the light at the end of the tunnel is an approaching train, the light in your ceiling is a death trap for moths, and the only light that exists in nature is, well, as red as tooth or claw.
Go to the light, my friends. The teeth are waiting.

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