In a not-so-subtle attempt to try to fix the way I looked in the mirror, I came to this… epiphany that there are eyeballs on my face. I don’t know what strikes your fancy, or what strikes you as odd, but I’m going to suggest that you go look at your eyes. Right now. You can’t see your eye’s butt, but it’s in your face. There’s this round thing in your face. The face of an eye is what you can really see, but the fact that there’s this round marble-like thing on your face…
…my goodness, I’m not certain why, but I grew increasingly terrified over this. I was in the car, just looking at my reflection, when I came to this “eye” realization, and becoming aware of this new part of my body brought a huge wave of nerves upon me, I had to roll down my window and breathe in and out heavily.
Some people say that the eyes are the windows to the soul. I’m still trying to figure out what this means (if you have an interpretation, by all means, I love hearing people’s different interpretations on different sayings/philosophies). I say that the eyes are unfair, in which you can only see what’s outside of you—you’ve got to figure out what’s inside. Your eyes can’t show you a visual picture.
Eyes are weird, man.
Jack Myles, Eyes