Why do we shield our eyes when the lights are turned on when we were in the dark room? Or when someone opens the blinds and wakes us from our slumber? We are accustomed to it. We feel comfortable in the cool darkness. Like Bane said “Ah you think darkness is your ally? You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it. I didn't see the light until I was already a man, by then it was nothing to me but blinding!” We don’t really see anyone but the faint bits of ourselves. We aren’t concerned about where we’re going because we can’t see where we’re going. We’ve grown comfortable to the solitude. Yet the solitude is what we despise most. We so desperately want to see the light, to see.
With God on our side
Get up son rise!