The Inner Eye.
Aren’t our facial eyes looking outwards? Aren’t they? But what creates our perception of the things we see? Why do we feel comforted and secure when we see the color red? How can we hear our own thoughts? How can we see memories? How can we rewind them and play them over and over again as if a Blu-Ray DVD player were installed inside of our heads? How can we watch our life go by as if we were sitting in a movie theater personally reserved for us? You are the only one who knows what you’ve done and why you’ve done it. You can chose to focus on your jealousy but you also did it out of love. Somehow.
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