Sometimes the image of the thing eclipses the thing itself. Have you never stared into a lightbulb and become blind? Once learned, how can we unlearn? If we cannot be blind to what we have seen, how can we see what now is?
Yet, in your ephemeral conception, what can be seen but what has already passed away? Nothing can be experienced in the present. What has ever been seen immediately but ghosts? There must always be reflection before we can understand and exorcise the phantoms from our sight.
You live with your eyes closed in memory.
You don’t live.
Tale Told 