By Mark DeNicola, Collective Evolution
As a child I remember standing at the top of the stairs to my basement looking down into the darkness. On an afternoon much like any other winter’s day as a child, I was in the midst of playing a hockey game with myself (and my very vivid imagination) on the main floor of my family’s house when my yellow Nerf ball slipped through the staircase railings and fell into the basement.
The light switch was readily accessible to brighten the staircase portion to the lower level, but I knew that chances were the ball had made its way into the darkness — darkness that could only be lit by a series of pull strings sporadically placed around the unfinished mystery.
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