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?