The fascinating thing, is not to show the source of light, but the effect of light.
Light seeking light doth light of light beguile: So, ere you find where light in darkness lies, Your light grows dark by losing of your eyes.
We do not truly see light, we only see slower things lit by it, so that for us light is on the edge-the last thing we know before things become too swift for us.
We are born of light. The seasons are felt through light. We only know the world as it is evoked by light.
We are so engrossed with the objects, or appearances revealed by the light, that we pay no attention to the light.
I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.
