eyes

A few years back, in spring, as I was looking out of the window, I called my little brother and told him :
" Lorenzo, come and look! Look at this!" then, pointing at the window, "What do you see?"
He gave me a puzzled stare and glanced through the window. After a moment he said :
"What do you want me to see? There is nothing!"
- What, you see nothing?
- Where? Show me, I don't see.
- Just...look! Don't you see the tree here, and the grass bellow and the little birds hopping on the white stone bench? Don't you see that beautiful cloud up there?
- Aah! Those ! I thought you wanted to show me something special."

And that day I discovered the way of eyes. They grow so used to seeing things that they end up seeing nothing.
They just glide over the known world, barely acknowledging its presence.
Hopefully many are those who do see things. Each person sees something else.
Maybe if we could add all the visions of all the eyes of the world, we would have a complete picture of how the world is.