Are we any closer to the light—or have we simply learned to dance more gracefully in darkness? Doctrines twist, convulse, and mutate under the flimsy disguise of newfound understanding, a shadow theater staged by the shifting whims of judges and priests alike. The U.S. Supreme Court, cloaked in black robes and the arrogance of moral insight, claims to illuminate truths, yet the glow they cast is fleeting, swallowed by an eternal night. Someone whispers comfortingly about “emerging awareness,” as though humanity crawls toward some promised dawn. But look closely. Laws churn and religious dogmas reinvent themselves endlessly—like restless phantoms haunting forgotten paths. Are we truly inching closer to enlightenment, or are we merely stumbling blindfolded through an endless twilight?