Do not frown at your laugh lines; ungratefulness is aging and foul. When I listen, I hear not what you say, but feel what you do not say. You are an image of perfection, with all of your imperfections, which I so perfectly love so imperfectly. Do not long for the luxuries of youth; rejoice for the wisdom of age. Eyes, with their pupils like black holes, see what is before them, but not what is beyond them. Everything in life is a secret ready to be possessed, should I look? No, do not open your eyes. I will take a light and shine it at your eyelids, you will know sun. No, not to see sun, rather, you will feel sun. Like everything, like everyone, your story will be impossible to see, almost impossible to hear, but so ready to be felt. I do not believe that I would like to be deaf, but I have wished to be blind. What is it that we are so vain to think we need to see what is around us? I can feel water or oil in my hands, and know the difference, my eyes merely confirm it.
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