Goethe's final words, "More light!"
Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry
more light.
sunlight, torchlight, candlelight, neon, incandescent. Light to banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refridgerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldiers Field. Little tiny flashlights for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep.
Light is more than watts, and footcandles. Light is metaphor.
Thy word is a lamp under my feet.
rage, RAGE against the dying of the light!
Lead kindly light, amid the encircling gloom. Lead thou me on.
The light is dark and i am far from home. Lead thou me on.
Arise, shine for that light has come.
Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.
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