I liked it too because I hold onto what I consider the first conscious thought that I can remember. It too was light. I was on our thin carpeted den floor and looked up to the ceiling to see it. light shimmered there but where did it come from? I immediately realized it was reflected off the water in the blue kiddie pool in the back yard. What seemed akin to something as fantastic as a ghost was revealed to be light; yet, that light is as awe inducing as any mystery if we but “look” for it.

Also, your post reminds me that as long as we give credit where it is due pointing to great work that unlocked our understanding is as worthwhile as writing a book.

Now that is a great way of saying Stop and Take Time to Smell the Roses!