The eyes are the window to the soul.
That's the rumour.
Sometimes we don't always see the same things.
I once was set up on a blind date with this woman who was "unlike anyone I had ever met before". That's what I was told. I guess it was true.
She didn't have eyes.
Well, she had these pink things that were in the right place, but they clearly didn't work and calling them "eyes" would be a complete misnomer.
As mentioned earlier, going to the eye doctor in November was the greatest thing ever.
Not only was I able to instantly realize that I had been more-or-less living blind, the experience transcended the purely perceptive nature of ocular dynamics and really changed the way I think.
I don't worry about shit anymore.
Live in the past, get left behind.
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