Thank God I have the seeing eye, that is to say, as I lie in bed I can walk step by step on the fells and rough land seeing every stone and flower and patch of bog and cotton pass where my old legs will never take me again.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
From now until the end of time no one else will ever see life with my eyes, and I mean to make the best of my chance.
My years with failing vision have prompted me to learn about the nature of the eye and the incredible gift of sight, which I had always taken for granted until it began to slip away.
I am very grateful to God everyday that my eyes flutter open and I can jump out of that bed!
There is real beauty in my eyes when I lose my mind.
But I think I have done right to save the vision in this way, even though I may die sooner because I did it; for I know the meaning of the vision is wise and beautiful and good; and you can see that I am only a pitiful old man after all.
On a spiritual level, it's as though with my sighted eye I see what's before me, and with my unsighted eye I see what's hidden. It's illuminated life more than darkened it.
Everything I see, I now see through a mother's eyes.
I love experiencing other people's realities, seeing the world through their eyes for a short period of time.
I could see hunks of metal and rocks sticking out of my legs.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.