We tend to focus on visual frequencies but light is more than we see. It’s a feeling. It touches us as heat, warms at the infrared. It burns if you’re not careful, can fry your fragile cells to ash. Light hurts. Lasers cut. X-rays fly right through you. Light is sound to tune in to, ceaseless chatter broadcasting on bands beyond human ears. Stars thrum inside like drums, hum like the hollows of guitars — echo chambers resounding for millions of years the deepest, darkest songs. Light is a sea, sailing constantly. Heaven swells in waves. You are awash with light always. Light doesn’t belong to the day — it rains all night from a trillion suns. We sunbathe in starlight.
Feature image via 'Art Collection - The Metropolitan Museum of Art'