The quiet trickle of consciousness is found naturally manifest in the babble of a brook. i.e. Consciousness is the sound of NO sounds. The peace of this planet and our Mother Nature is a stillpoint; the sound of quiet, stillness…It is the fine pause before the Big Bang which sent the planets hurling out into space to form universes.
White light, pure light…nothing lacking, nothing in excess. Only because we accept and reject we miss the substance of things.
Faith is the stillpoint of things hoped for, the evidence of things NOT seen. Light is what makes a room useful. What is light?