Seeingby Lucille Younger | |
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Why is it that the blind so often speak of eyes and what they see or cannot see? Is this fixation filled with depth and knowing? Or, is it born of self-deceiving prophecies, as seeless wonders blather: "I can see behind my eyes, around my eyes, over and under beyond my eyes," while walking inextricably into the great abyss? And, if they see so clearly, why is it they do not deflect the speck of pain that sits upon their eyelids, waiting to pounce and maim and injure? "I see, therefore, I am," they boast! But, can it be that this self-seeing prevents true sight, as landscapes whirl around them revealing answers that they seek to know. Providing textures that they long to feel, behold ideas that tend to make them whole? The seeing in "I see" has eyes, when "see" is disengaged from "I" and freed to search the distance of what is. |
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