Light load

Little ray of light,
Leaping from your parent flare,
Out into the dark abyss where form coagulates in your wake.
We scurrying variations of density;
oh how we hunt you and seek to know your nature;
your magic.
Little ray of light,
If we could but capture you,
And see what makes you tick,
Find out why nothing is the place you have yet to breath;
merely an absence of you.
But you keep coming,
And always we fail to solve you,
One day all the nothing will be illuminated,
What then?
Will it all just happen again?
Will we then have forgotten our previous pursuit?