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How can we write about light, a thing so great that because of it's beauty is so close to the image of God?
How can we talk about something that to which our very existence, our birth and our death are linked?
How can we talk about light, when everything would be darkness, and perhaps is, in the places and in the time of time?
How can we talk about something that, when it varies, takes on all the gradations of feelings?
About something that crosses time and space, to arrive where human mind cannot arrive?
I cannot, I am too small and superficial and I do not have either the mental strength or the words to express a concept that makes me dizzy at the mere thought of it; the source of light lies in darkness, where life has it's origin.
In Sufi philosophy light has the same texture as the spirit; I can only, barely, understand that it is a thing so precious, so delicate, so high that it must be treated as the most sacred and transcendent thing that as humans we can perceive.
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— Michele de Lucchi
- From the book "Dopotolomeo" by Silvia Suardi © Skira Editore, Milano, Italy. 2002.
- Image source - Faces of Design
