One day, Max stood inside his screen door with a gun in each hand keeping a close watch for any robbers, rapists, or furry critters that might need to be shot. While he watched, a germ flew through the screen and right up his nose. The germ entered his brain. It began to feed and multiply, feed and multiply. It took some time for Max to realize there was something wrong. Too wrong to be fixed with aspirin or a shot of bourbon.
So he went to a doctor.
The doctor told Max he had waited too long. There was nothing the doctors could do for him. A few months later Max died. The last thing he said before he died was:
“Dammit, I could have shot that germ if I’d known it was there! I have 100 guns!”.
Light is often associated with psychic or spiritual development as indicated by the words: