The Master had been on his deathbed in a coma for weeks. One day he suddenly opened his eyes to find his favorite disciple there.
“You never leave my bedside, do you?” he said softly.
“No, Master. I cannot.”
“Why?”
“Because you are the light of my life.”
The Master sighed. “Have I so dazzled you, my son, that you still refuse to see the light in you?”
