I know…..it’s an odd concept to actually see the light. We see what the light illuminates, but it’s quite hard to say we can actually see the light itself. C S Lewis wrote a story about a blind man who begins to see and goes around asking people to show him the light he’d kept hearing about when he was blind. Nobody can show him the light, only the sources of the light. Lewis used this idea to illustrate the difference between two forms of contemplation when he wrote about noticing a beam of sunlight coming in through a crack in his shed door, and stepping into that light to look along the beam itself. Nice image, interesting idea.
I took these two photos through my kitchen window the other evening because I was struck by just how different the light appeared. There’s definitely something about experiencing a different light.
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