Whose Fountain who shall tell? before the Sun,
Before the Heavens thou wert, and at the voice
Of God, as with a Mantle didst invest
The rising world of waters dark and deep,
Won from the void and formless infinite.
I sung of Chaos and Eternal Night,
Taught by the heav'nly Muse,
The full blaze of thy beams, and through a cloud
Drawn round about thee like a radiant Shrine,
Dark with excessive bright...
The passage of the hero into depths where long lost forgotten powers are revivified, for the transfiguration of the world. ...Something of the light that blazes invisible within the abysses breaks forth, with an increasing uproar, rises into our eyes. The dreadful mutilations are then seen as shadows. We make them immanent, imperishable and give to them eternity. But the world sings with the prodigious, angelic, and the worlds that are redeemed are all alike.
Are we seeking a meaning for life? Is that why we need the light? Is that why we imagine Eternity as something far away, or something that stretches out across the galaxy? Eternity has nothing to do with Time. Eternity is here and now. Is there meaning here and now? I don't think that is what we are seeking. We are made of star-stuff, We seek what light seeks. What we're seeking is the experience of being alive, so that our life experiences will have resonance within our own eternal being, so that we actually feel the rapture of being alive.