I saw a picture once,
it was from a time in history that is now considered not important. It was a picture of some people smiling for what seemed no reason at all.
I inspected this piece of history,
just thinking about about how those people in the picture would react if they saw us today.
Would they be pleasantly surprised that Humanity had evolved into something beautiful? Like a butterfly coming out of its cocoon. Or would they put their hands over their mouths in horror, and just stand in shock about what we had become and how we changed.
But We are mostly the same. We are still made of tissues and organs. Our blood still bleeds red.
But as I’m looking at the picture I am drawn to their eyes. And that’s where we are different.
Their eyes cried when they were sad,mad, or even happy.
And when they got old their vision started to fade. They got lines in the corners of their eyes from crying, smiling and squinting.
Their eyes felt and showed their emotions.
If their eyes were art it would be a swirling sensation of colors. Both light and dark, weaving in and out of each other, mixing together to make shapes and lines. It’s chaotic,never ending, with nothing simple about it. And it would be a masterpiece
My eyes would be a blank paper, and no amount of color or time could change them
My eyes are programmed to see not to feel
