The Light
Photonic waves burn against the bare surface of my cones and rods.
Absolute truth is finally seen. It burns. But it is true.
This light is the truth, and it interfaces directly with my biological machine, through a series of nerves and tubes, to my brain, where it is interpreted, condensed into an attempt at meaning, and given to the part of my mind that conjures words.
But these mere words are weak. The truth is never spoken with mere words. They are seen directly, without blinking.
Thus knowledge lies in light.
But does wisdom lie in darkness?
Science!Poetry, nice!
True wisdom lies in darkness, yes, but only in the sense that darkness consists of the things we can't see and the things we don't know. The phase space of all possible unknown unknowns is vast beyond the finite brains we are stuck with.
EDIT: sorry, didn't finish. Point I was trying to make was that our wisdom is therefore a tiny fraction of all possible wisdom and, by definition, can never be more.
Hm! Interesting. It calls to mind how what we perceive only arrives to us after our visual cortex has processed it. So really, we never directly see reality and it could look completely different. What if we could see the entire spectrum of light? What if we could see radiation? Electromagnetism? What would the world look like?
I think it would actually look ridiculously similar.
The top reasons we see light are because it's reflecting, refracting, or being radiated by an object.
So unless there are loads of objects that exist that we cannot see, things ought to look rather similar.
Each physical object interacts with the waves that move past it. If an object is present, it will change the movements of all types of electromagnetic waves, and possibly waves of other types as well. It's objects we see when we look at light, and thus all things that are real can be seen due to their interaction on the surrounding waves.
In the quiet embrace of the night, the light flickers, a beacon against the darkness. It dances across the walls, painting shadows with gentle strokes. In its radiance, the world seems to breathe, to awaken from its slumber. Yet, the light craves more yearning to pierce through every corner, illuminating the hidden depths of the unknown. It seeks to reveal secrets buried in the folds of time and space, offering clarity amidst uncertainty. With each flicker, it whispers promises of hope, igniting the soul with a hunger for more illumination, more understanding.