I had a myseterious epiphany this morning. Maybe it had something to do with the novel I'm currently reading. Or maybe not. I'm not quite sure. It was something about the seven bells of some golden Gothic temple failing to withstand me. It was inconceivably blurry, and bright too. It was like peeping into a car's headlight head-on. Unfortunately, I couldn't re-construct the image later, which I guess was the beauty of it all.
But when I woke up, I was blind.
Blind to the fact that I had seen the light.