A Thought

I was kneeling on my bed a couple weeks ago, praying. When I ended, I looked at my door, which showed beneath it a crack of brilliant yellow light that hurt my eyes. I had a sudden inspiration. I turned around and shut my eyes tightly, letting the after-spots fade away.
This, I thought, is what it's like to be completely without knowledge, or to refuse to even consider the Restored Gospel.
Then I opened my eyes, still facing the wall of the dark, shadowy room.
This, I thought, is what it's like when you vaguely know of it. You see something new, something different, about the dull, dark monotonous room that was your life. There's a faint...something. You don't know what to call it. You just know that it's there.
Then, I turned halfway to face the light.
Finding things out for yourself—discovering, learning, enlightenment, I continued, really getting into my parable. But some people would say, No, No, this thing cannot be right—it's not what I've seen, it's not what I know. Such a blinding, simple thing could not have dispelled what's been in front of me all of this time. And then, they would have turned away quickly. But some say, This thing is good. And they turn more towards it.
Then, I turned towards it fully, brilliant despite being only a small strip of light. This is when we have faith, when we know all that is laid before us. Imagine, what will it be like when the door opens?
That's my Thought.