Seeing isn’t the only way to know a book.  It is not the only way to know where you’re going or where you’ve been.  It is not the only way to know what you believe in.  It is not the only way to know a person.  It is not the only way to know a friend.  It is not the only to know the truth.  It is not the only way to know a lie.

It is not the only way.


So often, people only rely on this one sense, shielding themselves from truly seeing life.  Seeing all of the bursting happiness within a grungy old man.
Seeing the drowning depression in the boy that smiles at everyone he passes by.  To see the love radiating from the heart of the girl with downs syndrome, or the hate beating down into the quiet girl with a childhood she is too scarred by to ever speak.
Seeing the heat of sunshine on your skin, the silk of water, the energy of a storm, the renewing air after rain.

People that rely on this one sense, on viewing life with only eyes,     are blind.
Eyes aren’t needed to see.
One must see with their soul.