Last week my optometrist took pictures of my eyes with a fancy camera that looked right through me. Everything was fine, he said, calling me over. “Ever see the inside of an eye?”
There they were, brilliant images beyond my understanding. In a weird meta way, I saw my eyes. Or should I say, my eyes saw my eyes.
They looked like tiny planets afloat in some great abyss. I had no hand in creating them, yet they create my vision(s) every day.
For a moment I stood before these worlds within my body-in-the-world. Technology helped me see my eyes, their structure and parts.
But the essence of sight remains unseen.