Light means one thing: people. And where there's people, there's tents. Follow the light, obviously. So, you do, and a long walk later you approach a shack with a light bulb on a wire. A nice person sees you come up and asks, "Hey, are you Omlagus Garfungiloops?" To be clear, you are not, jumping in as narrator real quick. You are many things to many people, but none of them are Omlagus Garfungiloops.