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In the Hebrew tradition, which splintered off into the Christian tradition, light is a metaphor. God makes a cosmos out of nothingness, a molecular composition, of which He is not and never has been, as anything is limiting, and God has no limits. In this way, He isn't, yet is...
God first creates light. Light, then, becomes a fitting metaphor for a nonbeing who is.
You and I, made from molecules, cannot travel at the speed of light and cannot escape time, at least not with a body.
Consider the complexity of light in light of the Hebrew metaphor: we don't see light, we see what it touches.
It is a more or less invisible, made from nothing, just purposed and focused on energy, infinite in its power. How fitting, then, for God to create an existence, then a metaphor, as if to say, here is something entirely unlike you, outside of time, infinite in its power and thrust: here is something you can experience but cannot understand.
Throughout the remainder of the Bible, then, God calls Himself light. The perfection of the Hebrew metaphor is eerie, especially considering Eratosthenes wouldn't play with sticks and shadows for several thousand years, discovering Ra, was, in fact, never closing his eyes.
Don Miller, Through Painted Deserts