Sunday night I went to dinner with Mr. Chris Hanna, the headmaster of Tarsus American College, Filiz hanim, one of the administrators, and Pinar Seydim, one of the students.
I mentioned that recently in the evenings I had been trying to read, but with the booklight on I couldn’t see out of the tent, and I didn’t like that. I preferred to be able to see my surroundings, even when it was dark and I couldn’t see them well. In the dark shapes take on a different personality, and I need to know that personality.
Mr Hanna recited this poem…
To Know the Dark
To go into the dark with a light is to know the light
To know the dark, go dark, go without sight
And find that the dark too blooms and sings
And is traveled by dark feet and dark wings.
–Wendell Berry