The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
Yes, light, there is no other word for it.
Unfathomable mind, now beacon, now sea.
Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one.
The blind have no notion of time. The things of time are hidden from them too.
Love, that is all I asked, a little love, daily, twice daily, fifty years of twice daily love like a Paris horse-butcher's regular, what normal woman wants affection?