This is how Hopper would have painted it:the line of yellow dryers catching the sunlight from the broad window. Man with his hand reached up to the coin slot, head turned to the side as though reflecting, woman bent over the wide table intent on sorting, another standing hands at her side, looking off—as though visiting another country; each thing as it is, not reaching beyond the scene for his symbols, saying merely, “On such and such a day, it was just as I show you.” Each person, each object, static but the light a pilgrim.
– Albert Huffstickler
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Light itself is not only that by which we see, but is also the pilgrim that visits and illumines everything and that is reflected by everything it touches. Like this, our inner sight – the light of our attention – is also a pilgrim. The light of our attention goes from one place to another in search of meaning, and then turns inward to find the source of our being and the being of all.
Our inward seeing and our outward seeing are both made possible by the light of attention. And that light can pierce beyond mere appearances. As we become more conscious of the light of our attention, we start to experience the world in an entirely different way, whether in a laundromat or on a mountaintop.
Commentary © 2022 Shanti Natania Grace
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