Without my eyes could I function as a writer? So much of what I write about is visual... I fret when my sight appears to alter - although I'm now used to the increased time it takes for my focus to adjust when I go from distant to close objects.
Yesterday I saw photographs of my eyeballs. Great yellow-red orbs covered with ribbons of fine red lines, and a white disc on each. I was concerned by the darkened area - but apparently that was the really important bit - the macula - the part that sees detail - and it was fine. My blood vessels showed signs of circulation problems - not reversible - and of my high blood pressure. It was an amazing sight - it does make you recall the line from the Bible I am fearfully and wonderfully made. We can know so much about ourselves, and yet so little.
Yesterday I saw photographs of my eyeballs. Great yellow-red orbs covered with ribbons of fine red lines, and a white disc on each. I was concerned by the darkened area - but apparently that was the really important bit - the macula - the part that sees detail - and it was fine. My blood vessels showed signs of circulation problems - not reversible - and of my high blood pressure. It was an amazing sight - it does make you recall the line from the Bible I am fearfully and wonderfully made. We can know so much about ourselves, and yet so little.
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