This far and no more goes the light in a tunnel. There is a point beyond which the dark deepens.
Every grain of light dissolves in the darkness like a long night lost in a hopeless argument. The eyes adapt yet each compromise makes you lose some vision.
Like Gandhari who pretended to know the faces of her sons you need not bind yourself to a blind faith. The faith should allow you to see through the blinding white of the sun.
Blindfolded, you will never get to the open. You may have to grope a long way along the corridors of your instincts.
