If we believe in a higher power, is the Traveler that higher power?

There's an opulent cathedral that I found in the European dead zone. It rests in the middle of what must've once been a great city, the name of the city is forgotten, the name of the cathedral is forgotten, and the worship once enacted there is forgotten.

I sometimes find myself in this cathedral; there is a calm that I feel within the mossy stone walls that I cannot find anywhere else. On the field you must remain alert and vigilant, and in the tower there is a tense anxiety that hangs above the guardians there like a cloud. So this cathedral is where I find my solace.

It is largely intact, with the structural integrity seemingly not comprised with the centuries. Whatever woodwork there once was has long since rotted, and nature had reclaimed many of the stones through vines and small animals. The stained glass windows, depicting something that I'm sure was once important, are all that remain in something akin to their original state.

Whatever the deity(s) worshipped here, the people evidently believed that they were part of something bigger than themselves.

Am I? Is there something that rests above the Traveler, above the boundaries and abstractions of Light and Dark? Or is there nothing above the Traveler?

If I was to die, and my ghost weren't there, would the darkness consume my soul? Would I be lost to whatever oblivion or hell the Darkness would condemn me to?

I have died before, I know that much. I died in the collapse; the armies of the Darkness claimed my light.

But I came back; the Traveler's light evidently pierced the Dark and brought me back.

Or did it?

Am I what I once was? How do I know that what I am now is what died in the Collapse? Am I just some imitation of what once was? That can't be so. I can think, I can feel, I have what is called a soul, right?

If so, what happened to the part of me that died? Is that part condemned to some void? Or is it within me now? Is this soul mine?

There's a graveyard behind the Cathedral, it is quiet, I have yet to see any of the local fauna venture into the graveyard, it is possible that they avoid the place out of reverence for what lies within.

There are about fifteen stones in the graveyard. What happened to these people when they died? Death found them long before the arrival of the traveler. Did their souls still exist in some capacity? Could a ghost reforge them in light?

So if I were to die, at the end of my lifespan, where would I end up? Could my ghost retrieve me from eternity? Could I start anew in my crusade against the darkness? What would I remember? If I am not the same then, then I cannot say that I am the same as I once was. If I am the same, that what has death become but an inconvenience?

Are the souls in that graveyard trapped within the darkness? Are they basking in the light? Or did they find something bigger?

I like to think that there is something above it all, something that isn't concerned with the darkness and all its evil.

If this higher power exists, the questions to ponder are where does the Traveler find its place? Where are the Fallen, Hive, Vex, and Cabal? Where is the Light and Dark?

Where am I?

In pondering this I have a revelation

I think I know my place in the world, in the grand scheme.

In all its glory, the Universe is cyclical. Who I am doesn't matter; it's what I do, my role that is important. It doesn't matter if I am what I once was or what I will become, it matters only that I am.

I know that I will fight to the last breath; I won't embrace the Darkness even when the Light is stripped from my soul.

Until such event occurs, what I am is an agent of the Light, bane of the Dark.

Maybe one day, in the dark void of space, I will confront the Darkness, and some of my questions may be answered.