Two Hundred Fourteen

I see things no one else can see, but then so does everyone. No one can see through my eyes, nor can I see through the eyes of another person. That has always bothered me.

Wouldn’t it be odd to discover that the view through my eyes when I am looking at a rain forest—if that view were magically transmitted to another person—would look to that person the way my view of an abandoned train yard appears to me?

About John Swinburn

"Love not what you are but what you may become."― Miguel de Cervantes
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