Man’s eyes both open and shut in response to love. Is it true that to reopen eyes after being firmly shut is like ripping a seal from between the eye and its inner lid? Desperate attempts to open eyes find it to be an impossibility. Prolonged attempts and copious techniques fall short. The pain of loss, grief, and the ugly side of love completely shattered old vision. Once shut eyes are accepted as normal, closure becomes more solidified as time passes. The memories of vision slowly fade, for the mind can only grasp images for so long until the idea of image becomes superfluous. The realization that what was sight simply wasn’t. It is and was foolishness. Meaningless chatter develops into sects of thought. In due time outright verbal war begins its pursuit with its completion resulting in the certainty that vision is illusion.
Man’s eyes both open and shut in response to love. A slight Redness intrudes. Not terribly bright. Only bright enough to awaken something new. . . or long lost. Where this is seems important and what to do about it brings concern. Little opaque floating… lines or things move up and down a wall of dark red. Trying to follow these little lines seems useless as they bounce away at each attempt. The redness comes and goes, sometimes brighter and sometimes darker. Searching desperately for an answer yet coming up with more questions has become routine. A routine which slowly brings madness. I attempt for so long and search so deep but the absurdity of the redness never fully fades. The meaningless chatter now seems unbiased. How? I can hold back no longer. The painful yet remarkable light forces my eyelids open. Memories rush back. Vision quickly comes into focus. The lack of ripping between eye and lid is bewildering. Was a seal ever there? Memories of blindness vanish. I realize that what I thought was reality was absurd. The beauty of vision has reawakened.
Subversion as healing through love, hope and beauty.