Sometimes right before I fall asleep, I think about what the world would be like if nobody had eyes. What if we all missed each other’s sneaking sideways glances, or the slap of narrowed suspicion, or the round wide-eyed purity of innocence, or the freezing heat of a lingering stare? What if we could never watch one another, or what if we could never look down with shame or look up with hope or look away with vacancy?
Seeing is power and knowledge, but only if you know what to look for.
Does this mean that some people who have eyes don’t really see?