Michael Chessell

Since the Lights Went Out

Those who live their lives with blindness don’t know what light looks like; They have never seen a blue sky, a crimson rose, or the painted beauty of an evening sky. I had always struggled with this philosophy; The idea that the connection between our eyes absorbing rays of light and our minds creating images and landscapes was so far beyond our knowledge of the mind that practically nothing had ever been truly known about it baffled me. I had always lived with colour and light, perfect vision, and imagining the world in any other way seemed impossible. Life on earth exists because of our sun, the heat and light it provides fuels the plants and animals that call the earth home. The evolution of sight was a divine miracle, for the first time creatures could interpret distance, time, and colour without the need for sound and touch. Light brings with it life and beauty to our home of earth. When the lights went out, it all seemed to fade.