Light

Light divorced from object is invisible.

We might as well see nothing.

Filtering through our soft heads, light is conscripted by millennia of biological adaptation to perceive the dangers and opportunities in front of us. But we don’t always need to see these; we’re opulent enough that we have the privilege of simply seeing. Seeing nothing but light. To know nothing of form, object or nature or intent; but open the eyes and observe only pattern and color; to step away from your eyes and consider their input as arbitrary and beautiful…

To see only light is to be reborn.