For me, this ray of sunshine could just be that which is breaking through a crack in the door. If that door is opened, sunshine would fill the room. All that needs to be done is for that door to be opened. It is a mighty large and heavy door that has a lot of trash laying around it and blocking it's movement. To move this mighty door it will take more then one or two. Three or four can't even do it. The trash is in the millions piled up around it's base. It will not require millions to move it. It will require thousands to start it's movement and when it starts, millions will join in and swing that door open wide. The trash will scatter and no longer be a hinderance.
But, where shall these movers of the door come from? The locals would like to clean up the trash but the trash is dangerous and can cause injury to them so they stand back and say I can't. They meet in groups and say, I can't. They mass for a common good and say, I can't. They don't seem to get the message that while I can't, We can. But how? It is dangerous.
How is already in their minds and bodies but they don't realize it. All they need to do is pick up a pen or access a keyboard and put their thoughts to the written word. Then let it free for all. The Trash will complain but with only writers in the thousands, the trash will be overcome. The trash gets confused as it is not accustomed to opposition. The power to open that door and let the sushime stream in is in the pen. Those are the weapons that need to used for this fight.