Where Does All This Light Come From ?
With my right eye, I saw vivid green and scarlet. Later, on the left, sunset pink and royal blue. Each time, there were flashes of white light: frankly, it was psychedelic!
I had cataract operations recently (two of them, in fact !). Luckily we have only two eyes – of flesh, at any rate ! It’s a quick and very common operation. But it’s a ten minute trip, too, to the heart of a gushing light source. Where is it? How can my eyes harbor so much color and so many bursts of lightning?
For sure, a strong overhead light allows the surgeon and his team to see what they’re doing. So I tell myself it’s got to be physio…logical.
The anesthesiologist gave me a fix that has set me gently afloat; I can hear what’s being said without emoting.
Or what woman, having ten silver coins, if she loses one coin, does not light a lamp and sweep the house until she finds it ? And when she has found it, she calls together her friends and neighbors, saying, ‘Rejoice with me, for I have found the coin which I had lost.’
Gospel according to Luke, 15 : 8-9
Two explosive little verses. When we read a parable, we always wonder who represents what. It’s a good question, and there’s no set answer. That probably explains why we are still discussing these parables today and why we’re always finding new things to say.