One day the sun will come out

 Dear future hubster,

imagine that you live in the early ages of science when all the knowledge we now take for granted is just starting to emerge. When all that the community knows for sure is that some times of the year dark lingers for longer. Very literal dark, the opposite, the lack of light.

Imagine that in that early age you can't artificially create light, and although you understand it comes and goes, you can't measure time accurately to tell and predict when. And although you and everybody has the profound belief that after the long dark, light will come again, although it is based on experience year after year, at the core of it, it is "just" that: a belief, a hope. For you also know that it's never a given that you and your family will live to see that day, that the dark wasn't lingering for too long to damage life and livelihood. 

Wouldn't you then, when light does eventually win over darkness, bringing promises of warmth, harvest, life, feel that you have been graced by some higher power? 

Wouldn't then you too be inclined to erect temples, to mark, celebrate, adore the victory that has come every year but we never know if the next one won't be different? Wouldn't you feel, after the longest night passes, at that sunrise among the aligned pillars, that you, we, have been chosen? Wouldn't you feel that it's an obligation to let the light in, to carry it, to guard it for the times when darkness comes again?