Believe me when I say that you are truly blessed—and you are truly blessed—for, not only have you been given the gift of sight, but the ocular means by which you receive the abundant beauty of the world-they effectively concentrate and reciprocate that very beauty into an outward display of the utter magnificence of creation. It’s not to say that this is necessarily a rarity, but the unique splendor that glistens in these deep pools (set perfectly in the geography of your face), always burning coolly and perpetually melting with life, has nuances not possessed by any other being and is clearly beyond terrestrial boundaries. No, there is nothing terrestrial about them, in fact, I am fairly sure that the stars themselves went swimming in your irises upon your conception and they stayed of their own volition. There they remain, placidly splashing around and around, drifting happily, carefully circling the two massive dark drains that fill the center of the pools. Maybe the stars grew up. Maybe those stars converged and melded into each other, swirling and cascading over themselves, like a searing ball of molten glass being crafted by a celestial glass blower, until all that remained were two massive black suns burning with intensity, surrounded by the flares of a shimmering golden halo, that light up the waters of those pools into a brilliant, dynamic azure. I imagine at some point massive magnetic filaments burst on each these enormous blazing suns, sending beautiful waves of energy surging through your ocular atmosphere, and resulting in a heavenly aurora that perpetually churns around the two suns; but, more likely than not, the dark twin giants would’ve had to finally burn to a point beyond comprehension. Bathed in liquid flame, searing with brilliance and focus, both suns crystallize in a vibrant ecstasy and form two deep, perfect spheres of obsidian. The shock of this sudden change of composition renders the cerulean oceans surrounding the obsidian planets into a wonderfully complex, frozen landscape of turquoise. Sharp, snake-like flaws of gold adorn the turquoise, surrounding the obsidian like a frozen shadow of the earlier suns’ octopus arm blaze. This repose, however, is momentary; something that would never be acknowledged by another naked eye. Reflexively, magnificent inner light shines through the back of your glassy orbs and begins warming the golden-snake-flaws, bringing them to life, dancing in the now jelly gradient. This all happens as a sort of shifting. A melting and morphing that is indiscernible, smooth, constant—yet sharp and focused. The shifting is always happening. Think molten glass. Think lava lamp. Think the shifting sands of time, folding over themselves and repeating their patterns. And now, we observe that the inky-black obsidian stones, perfectly centered in the heavenly pools, have begun to obtain a strong magnetism. Long, thin, wiry copper shreddings are pulled through the waters (leaving rippling trails that decorate the surface) and then bunch up perfectly at the shores lapping at the circumference of the black spheres. And the shifting goes on. But the mere fact of the matter is that the heavenly pools are all of these things I’ve mentioned—deep glassy marbles swirling with galaxies; brilliant azure and flawed turquoise; magnetic obsidian and shimmering black suns; dancing golden snakes and vibrant copper filaments; auroras; flames; endless waters; orbs; glints; and an untouchable sea of happy little stars splashing and splashing and drifting around, all under a glistening sheen-and yet they are so much more. Really, the heavenly pools are two perfectly round pieces of fruit from an alien planet, busted open and gushing their deep, rich, luminous, colorful juices from an infinite well of liquid light within. The mere fact of the matter is that what you have been blessed with was created by the deft hand of a divine, ethereal being. I am quite sure of this, but more so, I am confident that the beauty that emanates from the heavenly pools is a direct result of the very beauty they have taken in. Those stars didn’t grow up themselves. They were cultivated into blazing suns through the sheer resplendence of the imagery they receive. The mere fact of the matter is that I think you have very, very pretty eyes.

Drunken jotting found in my note pad from last night:

“Senses inherently make you a guilty being.”

…Alright then.

I’d say that this photograph describes a time that I am much closer to in spirit than the one that I currently occupy. I could go the rest of my life without seeing a computer or a television or an iphone and be perfectly content. And yet, here I find myself; on the threshold of another social media network inherently designed to waste time, distract, and allow us to exercise absurd amounts of trivial, ego-centric behavior.

I am now promptly going to start posting videos of kittens.