Photographers say lighting is everything. Everything + when the subject is lit from within.
We are mostly unaware of the fact that we have ideas about ourselves, and that these concepts are entirely memory-based, and that they comprise a mnemonic veil through which we view the world.
We see everything in terms of shadow—a mixture of light and dark. The man who sees only black and white, good and bad, is not just blinkered; he’s blind.
Heaven is not won, unless dropping the seed-shell of my public face is winning. Tennyson emerged from one of his trances to say that the loss of personality is the only true life.
Let’s imagine that in the blink of an eye our history blinks out, disappears, and suddenly we see everything as everything is, rather than having to peer through the obscurantic veil of memory.