Like a tuning orchestra the meriad of lights point in nearly random, mostly meaningless directions only ocasionally pointing in the direction of the darkness. Sparks fly from occasional convergence of light from one sect of reality or another, but for the most part nothing more than an ambient glow is produced.
The dying sun's light whithers and soon like a snuffed flame is extinguished. The chorus of individual lights not resolute to point to any specific thing is not intense enough to replace the fading light. Then, one by one the individual lights at the fringes of existence go out. Unity emerges as darkness.
This new darkness, deliberate and intense, is purposeful--a willful rebellion against chaotic sameness of the preceding illumination. The darkness, homogeneous, spreads over the face of existence.
All is dark, silent.
And then, all at once there is light. The light of the Other fills the universe with His vast light, and rekindles the dying fire. The orchestra fully tuned is ready. He conducts.