I don't know when it 'hit' me. It was not like a locomotive, more like a brush with a bush in the night-woods. Nonetheless, it was clarion. At first I doubled back to assure that I had not missed it, that I was still on the marked trail. All the signs were in agreement with my compass. Sure enough, my logical movement along the road had not allowed me to drift outside the groomed pathway. I had not been confused by the shadows. I was standing clearly at a crossroads - I had to choose a direction. All the evidence showed that although there appeared to be two legs to this crossroads, only one could ever lead out of the darkness. The compass and map did not lie.
I found my way through the wood and to the open light shortly thereafter. I knew now. It was no more mystery to me. All the fear that had confused me earlier on the trail was but superstition. An explanation for all the unknown. A scapegoat for all the misery. A dark side to match the light.
I ran yelling to the sun ahead: "He is vanquished!" I knew the truth. His name was no longer a mystery. His creation was not hidden now. He had been constructed by my ancestors, painted by them, interpreted by them. He was a shadow with no real substance. Now I was given the task to dismantle him, to deconstruct the monster of monsters that had been haunting my mind for a lifetime. The odd thing is that I didn't know I had begun the task until it was nearly complete. He vanished with the same smoothness that a child vanquishes Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny. He had already faded when I realized that the sun was illuminating a stone, a grave marker directly in my pathway. I approached the stone and read with great rejoicing the name of the deceased:
Satan - Diablo - Devil
Constructed by man
10,000 BC
Eradicated by Reason
2004 Ce