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Why I wrote this bit of fluff is a mystery. The meaning is equally elusive.

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July 11, 1982.

Legend has it that in the early years of Lithonia Lighting, top management assembled a team of brilliant scientists to conduct highly secret experiments covering issues vital to the corporate mission.

Sworn to secrecy, this crack team labored late at night, delving into technologies at the cutting edge of science. They immersed their considerable intellects in the fine points of heat and light, metal and glass, paper and plastic.

Such matters, and more, consumed the scientists utterly. Yet, only a select few at Lithonia Lighting were even aware of their presence.

Then one day, tragedy struck. Blinded by the siren call of their god-like powers, the team went too far. Their machinations stretched the very fabric of time and space. The laws of physics took a terrible revenge, and chaos reigned.

The brilliant scientists, to the last man and woman, vanished in a blinding flash — consumed in a furious maelstrom of glass shards, ozone, lab coats, and warehouse dust.

Only an eerie silence remained. Company officials said it was a tornado. But perhaps the truth is otherwise.

Today, the ghosts of these ill-fated scientists are rumored to walk the halls of the Main Plant still. They wander here and there, appearing to be ordinary employees, going about their duties in a purposeful manner.

You may see these apparitions hurrying to a meeting, or pushing a mail cart, or delivering bagels to the Display Room.

But ask yourself… How well do you REALLY know that Marketing Trainee? Who exactly IS that woman coming down the stairs from the second floor?  IS there a second floor in this building?

Perhaps that person leaving the restroom is a real Lithonia employee, perhaps not. The truth may never be known.

Some suggest that late a night, the lost Lithonia scientists continue their dark inquiries still, laboring eternally in a bleak and miserable netherworld.

It certainly gives ME the willies.