We see in terms of light. Everything our eyes perceive is made up of waves of light, reflected off of surfaces, translated into color, and pieced together into familiar symbols by our brains. But take away the familiarity, and we are left with light as it is; a moving, breathing, evolving being depicting the world in the most mysterious, yet most basic of forms. Light flies, bends, transcends, encompasses, scatters and distorts. It is invisible. It is alive. It is truthful. It is many and it is one. It moves through time and space in a dimension purely its own. It acts as us, but so much more. As tangible beings, we can merely dream of the journey light is making at every moment, but by listening and following, we can begin to understand the language it speaks.