There is a certain clarity that comes, every once in a while. When the world is almost new again, and the scenery is in sharp, crisp focus for a time. I don't know what makes it happen, for it seems a random thing: there you are walking down the street, and the world is suddenly a freshly seen thing, by eyes that awaken for a moment — like experiencing a mild form of enlightenment. You notice how much you notice. And you wonder, was this as I saw things when I was a child? Yes, you wonder that, but I think it is not, for a child does not notice how much things are new to him, and a child does not know how blessed such new vision is. You do. Youth is wasted on the young, but let not such minutes of the senses' re-ignition be wasted on you. Look around. See what you see.
