The top-note fleeting impression of this day is this: 

“I told you I was high on light, the light of that vanished angel, unnamed  (after all, she was a star in my eyes).” 

Yet the stars shall yet shine tonight and the darkness will not kill (“It’s not the darkness that kills, but the cold.” Miguel de Unamuno).  Light, in whatever form, is more than memorable, its rejuvenating.  And rejuvenation is a potent sense of nowness that both expresses and evinces previously assimilated radiances.  Let the light shine, let those who preach or perpetuate gloom meet doom.  How bright is Las Vegas at night?  Dimmer and dimmer the closer you get to the stars.