The entry may be chaotic in pace but I left it like that to tell the story that the character is also trying to find his own rhythm, his own pace, he searches as he rides in the open field potentially into battle as he somehow hits the light. Enlightened on the physical or non physical I do not know but from here he knows who he is and has left the hunt (you may also say the hunt for who he is) behind. Yet he still knows that and has become better for it.