the light of creation is such a fascinating and fucked up macguffin. an object that plants ideas in your mind and pushes them further than you ever would on your own. the brush that painted reality. a brush that, dropped in the wrong place, kept painting more and more over the top of a finished work.
this thing doesn't solve your problems. it alerts you to problems you would've never known you had, and then it solves those problems. the IPRE home planet's first ever spaceship was made for inter-system travel. they hadn't even been to the moon! the moon!
it gave a man an existential crisis of incomprehensible proportion, and then it led him to solve it like a math problem. there is no acceptance, no peace. only improvement and growth, the next thing, the next universe.
it's introduced as evil relics to be destroyed, then fused into the great shield to save everyone. it's the hunger's fuel and the starblaster's flight. it is an entirely neutral force. your reasons are nothing. your desires are everything.