I didn’t dare look at me phone to check the time or see if there was messages, the light’s a dead giveaway, you don’t make that mistake twice.
Still, the one who best understands the significance of light is not the electrician, not the painter, not the photographer, but the man who has lost his sight in adulthood.
The pupil dilates in darkness and in the end finds light, just as the soul dilates in misfortune and in the end finds God.
We are all broken—that's how the light gets in.