{"id":4046,"date":"2023-09-07T00:25:46","date_gmt":"2023-09-07T04:25:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/a-blind-hero-of-the-resistance-on-accessing-the-light-within-and-touching-the-oneness-of-the-world-the-marginalian\/"},"modified":"2023-09-07T00:25:46","modified_gmt":"2023-09-07T04:25:46","slug":"a-blind-hero-of-the-resistance-on-accessing-the-light-within-and-touching-the-oneness-of-the-world-the-marginalian","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/parmaks.com\/Resources\/a-blind-hero-of-the-resistance-on-accessing-the-light-within-and-touching-the-oneness-of-the-world-the-marginalian\/","title":{"rendered":"A Blind Hero of the Resistance on Accessing the Light Within and Touching the Oneness of the World \u2013 The Marginalian"},"content":{"rendered":"

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\u201cTo see takes time, like to have a friend takes time,\u201d Georgia O\u2019Keeffe wrote as she contemplated the art of seeing<\/a> just before the Little Prince sighed his timeless sigh: \u201cWhat is essential is invisible to the eye.\u201d<\/a><\/p>\n

No one has written about what it takes to see \u2014 and how to do the looking \u2014 more poignantly than Jacques Lusseyran<\/strong> (September 19, 1924\u2013July 27, 1971) in his stirring memoir And There Was Light<\/em><\/strong><\/a> (public library<\/em><\/a>). <\/p>\n

Looking back on his blissful early childhood, Lusseyran recounts his formative enchantment with the world:<\/p>\n

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Light cast a spell over me. I saw it everywhere I went and watched it by the hour\u2026 flowing over the surface of the houses in front of me and through the tunnel of the street to right and left. This light was not like the flow of water, but something more fleeting and numberless, for its source was everywhere. I liked seeing that the light came from nowhere in particular, but was an element just like air. We never ask ourselves where air comes from, for it is there and we are alive. With the sun it is the same thing. <\/p>\n

There was no use my seeing the sun high up in the sky in its place in space at noon, since I was always searching for it elsewhere. I looked for it in the flickering of its beams, in the echo which, as a rule, we attribute only to sound, but which belongs to light in the same measure. Radiance multiplied, reflected itself from one window to the next, from a fragment of wall to cloud above. It entered into me, became part of me. I was eating sun.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n