Wayward me-ness can’t be expressed, or seen with eyes. Only we feel the vast ecstatic reach of our own hearts, the profound, aching, dignity of our own pain, and our heroic strength to strive and thrive. It is heroic, you know. Only we feel what we feel, and yet we want to be known, which means that we must also know. It takes practice to see every soul with our love, and not our eyes.