blinded

I find that most of my philosophiphizing (yes, that is made up) comes when I am very cold, alone, and extraordinarily tired. Maybe since my entire body is either numb or in pain, my mind finds better pleasure in contemplating abstract theories derived from the most obscure sources. Like classroom blips and fragmented sentences from mundane general ed textbooks.
That night I was walking home from the vacuum of the BYU library, thinking about Galileo. At his death, Galileo was said to have become blind from looking at the sun so often. Here a man was buried into the dark embrace of the earth, while his mind and sight had been filled with light. His efforts of understanding the universe had taken his physical capabilities, but had left him internally lit. I looked heavenward, picturing my sight filled with the white glare of a burning sun, finally understanding universal mechanisms. It was a beautiful sight.