The eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.
- Henri Bergson
Can you believe your eyes? As those of us who are bespeckled know, the answer to that question is complicated. If I have my glasses on, I can see long distances & movie screens, read street signs, notice fine detail in the curve of someone’s neck or the slight flare of a nostril. However, when I do not have my glasses on, I am nearly blind in my left eye (and right now, I don’t have my glasses on. I left them in a Starbucks bathroom on a road trip last weekend, and my second pair is...somewhere? So I am squinting at you right now, through the monitor, looking every bit like a suspicious witch peering through a hole in the door.)
One of my unsought, unasked-for Initiations in this life: my soul traded the ability to see out of my left eye with for the ability to see quite a lot with my third eye. I count this fair.
There are many ways to “see.” I was born with poor vision, and started wearing my first pair of glasses at age 3. They were green. I graduated to blue glasses, then tortoiseshell glasses, then red glasses, then wire frames. But by the time I was about 15, my vanity overtook me and I peeled those glasses off. I was tired of being called “4 eyes” and having people say things to me like, “boys don’t make passes at girls with glasses.” So I stuffed them into my bureau and pretended to forget about them.