The Eye On.

we are dust.in the end we all are only small grains of nothing. fat.skinny.obese. anorexic. rich. poor. smart. stupid. a doctor. a painter. a farmer. a man. a woman. lived in a mansion. lived in a box. in the end this is dust.
why do we put so much value on the visible when our eyes are so deceiving, never accurate and its end we have established? nothing, its end is nothing. what if our eyes were able to see the state of everyones soul? would we spend countless hours and dollars obsessing over if it looked beautiful? would we feel guilty or depressed if it was ugly? Well, I would hope so, at least then we would be investing in something that, as we know, will last forever, as in eternity, as in will never die, will never be dust.
I propose that we willfully ignore our present limited vision of the temporary and live as if our eyes can only see the condition of eachothers eternity. We should embrace what we are blind to and attempt to uncover the other world invisible to us. It may be impossible but in all things impossible there is an ion of possibility. So perhaps if we try to look hard enough into ours and others souls we can catch that improbable Ion and truly observe the reality of forever. perhaps one day the veil would be removed if we will it so.
it is obvious but not obvious. we see what is not there and we do not see what is. our vision is capable of detecting what will ultimately be nothing. we are disabled. we are blind to what is real and worthy of our gaze.
this is my observation. whether it is accurate or whether it is all smoke. this my hope.
-Esperanza.