Photographers say lighting is everything. Everything + when the subject is lit from within.
It is not poetic license to say we are luminous creatures. We eat the sunlight that plants convert into starch for our dietary benefit. Thank you, rice. Thank you, grains. Thank you, sun.
Be the absence of wall, a window or door, so light shines in.
Love has no properties, nothing to validate a story, swear allegiance to or believe in. The Tibetan Book of the Dead describes it as “the luminous splendour of the colourless light of Emptiness.