Your eye is the lamp of your body. When your eyes are good, your whole body also is full of light. But when they are bad, your body also is full of darkness.

I am in a darkened room. A flickering flame is the sole means of light within this space. I cannot make out much other than the smooth hard surface on which the light stands. Yet as I gaze into the soft nothingness that surrounds I begin to see the dull outline of human forms. Their eyes peer back at me, searching, hungry. A number of these forms reach out and touch the fragile column of light. Its power is intensified and what I see is not beauty but tragedy itself. I know that at this point I could extinguish the flame and be rid of the sorrow before me, but as I look around I find that my soul is becoming further connected, engaged and involved with these beings. The reality is that I am far from the place where I could turn from them and forget.