Sometimes, you get caught up with boxART and you miss your meals. The experience of going blind means that you don't want to miss your meals at the wrong time.
In a moment, we forget. That is all it takes to lose a part of your eyesight. But is this the end of boxART? Never!
The gift of seeing is appreciating beauty. Beauty is being able to feel the beauty from your working eye. But experiencing beauty is not about eyesight.
There is always a time to cry. Crying makes us vulnerable to emotions. Emotions remind us of our common and shared experiences as humans.
Everything that exists ceases to exist. We are vulnerable to loss of eyesight. Sometimes, it is a beginning. I tell myself: "Rejoice, do not despair".
Once we were babies. And then we grew and sometimes we forgot we were crawling. Being blind reminds us of our beginnings and how forgetful we can become.