White effulgence... all at Once. The sound of Once repeating through levels of density. Come image, the residue of void. Freshly rinsed as a stone wet with nectar, whose field of vision's a vermillion dawn.
As a string bound by musical ends... left to peak its sound. Stilled, unbound by musical ends... sound struck silence, silence struck sound. Shoring beatitude to shoreless, shores.
The Light of Consciousness is more than light, is more than darkness...though it allows for both. The Light of Consciousness is less than light, is less than darkness...though it allows for both. Having allowed for both, it is subject to neither.