When I consider how my days are spent, with work that leads to work, with little time for meditation except for a few moments, now and then on trains, or planes, or in the car, at times I feel our Western civilization, may not have taken us so very far.
Not that I am ungrateful for electric light: it eases one of our deepest fears - of nights that cast a dazzling darkness on creation until another sun returns it to our appreciation.
Yet I do wonder if our brilliant sight derived from deftly harnessed natural powers makes us indeed see more of that strange world of ours than saw an old man's dimming vision under candlelight.
Inspired by John Milton's poem "On His Blindness" (1652) that deals with his dimming vision in old age.