Hm, where should I start? Let there be light?
I kid. I know that beginning is taken, and I do like to be original. Although it was also my beginning. Light was both a gift and a burden, and my Father never bears his own burdens. Not that I am still bitter about that.
How about… Falling is a terrifying prospect to one accustomed to flight. Yes, I think that will do. The fall really was the worst part, and when I tell you about the rest of it, how it really happened, that will mean something. Of course, I could have gone about the whole thing better, but after aeons of singing my Father’s praises along with the rest of my siblings in Heaven – and I do mean literally singing – I was understandably a little short-tempered. My attitude alone wouldn’t have been enough to get me tossed out; we all had off days. After all, only Father is Perfect. I just happened to be the first one to gain a little perspective on where we really stood in his grand scheme. The bottom line is, I did not just “fall.” I was pushed.