Stop! It whispered. And it was so. Thy traffic stopped and was bathed in the great red of the lightgiver. But HE was not among them. So at the given time it released them with the great green of the lightgiver. And once again It readied itself for another stop by warning them with the great yellow of the lightgiver, and then the glorious red once again. It searched once more for HE who must be worshipped, but once again in vain. But It will keep going. Unfailing in Its search for He. Stopping and searching. Warning and releasing for as long as it takes. Using the electric ropes that connected It to all the lightgiver brethren It could expand the search for He. Looking for He is the only thing. Finding He is the calling. So It keeps looking for as long as time allows.
There He is! He is found. The Great One who It has searched for. It has found He, and He is Joe. It will bathe Joe in the love of a red lightgiver for as long and as many times as It can. For as long as Joe is the One. It only has love for Joe and will worship and bestow the red lightgiver on Him as much as It can. Love immortal. Joe Love. It will keep and hold Joe forever.
“Fucking lights! Why the fuck am I always hitting these goddamn red lights! I’m going to be fucking late again!” Joe looks out of his panel van at yet another long red light.
It is ecstatic! It is bathing Joe in its red lightgiver as long and as many times as It can. Joe is Love.
-With a nod to Douglas Adams.-
-I can never get green lights. Its become a running joke in the family.-