The Divine Light is always in man, presenting itself to the senses and to the comprehension, but man rejects it.
“Deep in my heart that spear-print stays,
That wound I gat beyond the waters,
Deeper with passage of the days
That pass as swift and bitter waters,
While a dull fire within my head
Moveth itself if word be said
Which hath concern with that far maid.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Spear”