Fragile Interuptions

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Have you ever lay in a carpet of grass and stared deep into a clear blue sky? A sky so empty of anything that you can see straight into the void of azure space? But when you pull in your focus and stop peering so far, tiny, elusive squiggles come into view before racing away. Fragile interruptions in our peripherals; minute distortions in our vision. As people in the world, we each have our own mounts or stances that we choose to hold – often these are high horses – but what we fail to realize is that each of our views are fractured by our own eyes. We look out from our bodies, but we only see what our eyes allow us to. We share views with those who have similar eyes as us; we blink at those who do not. Imperfections live in our very eyes! Some eyes may be clearer than others, but none of us imperfect beings are able to decipher which eyes those may be. After all, a speck may be as large as a log and we would never know. How can we point fingers and turn up noses when our eyes do not clearly see? Instead of judging those with a different view, look again at the defects in your own eyes. Imperfections and flaws lurk between you and what you see.