this gift

One of my favorite things about humans is how they sometimes say quietly profound and arresting things, without even really knowing that they’re doing it. Especially humans who are not writers or artists in the traditional sense.  They are too  busy doing and sweeping and building and inspecting and moving and baking and driving and climbing and closing and merging and raking to spend any time wondering whether or not they are capable of profound thoughts. Take my eye doctor this morning, as his machine spat air into my bare eye:

Sight is a gift. It was never promised to you. It is a gift, and it is a miracle.

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