The saying “walls have ears” sets us humans on a chain of ascribing human-like features to non-human entities. Not just for the fun of deciphering the implications of the statement, but more to express ideas in seemingly perfect ways. Walls have ears implies that they have known very dark and deep secrets over thousands of years. And when the truth hurts us, and we lurk behind the shadows of secrets in existence and correlation, we sometimes wish walls could talk. Because they know. In the same spirit, I wish I could unravel the mystery of the eyes, complex as it is. I have seen things, I have perceived, I have understood. Most times not inadvertent as I have control of what I choose to see and what not to. But what about the flowers in the field, and the shoes on our feet? They've seen things, they've perceived, and they've understood, but unlike me, cannot choose what they see. Sometimes I wish I was flowers and shoes, sometimes I wish I was flowers and sho...