Two nights ago I dreamed that this world was coming to its end, but I was okay with that because I was touching Heaven.
"I had a dream that we were dead but we pretended that we still lived, with no regrets, we never bled, and we took everything life could give, and came up broken, empty-handed in the end. . . . I had a dream that fire fell from an opening in the sky, and someone warned me of this hell, and I spit in his naive eye and left him crying for my soul, he said we're dying. In the hearts of the blind something you'll never find is a vision of the light." - "This Close" from Memento Mori by Flyleaf
The "light" is not generic, it's specific, and sometimes maybe we don't see it because we're looking for it in the wrong places.
"We're not going to fall and forget how far you went to pick us up. If one part's hurt, the whole body's sick. If one part mourns, we all mourn with it. Rejoice, and we'll sing with you, Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Beautiful bride, body of Christ, one flesh abiding, strong and unifying, fighting ends in forgiveness, unite and fight all division. Beautiful bride." - "Beautiful Bride" from Memento Mori by Flyleaf
Life and light spring from one source, and if on that source you turn your eyes, then you'll feel the light, too.