“I see!”, said the blind man when he picked up the saw and sawed the log.
How do we see?
Are our eyes the mirrors of our souls?
Do we see with just our eyes?
Can we believe our eyes?
Can we see with our fingers as we listen to a song or story and paint or draw a painting?
Do we get the picture?
Or is it out of sight and out of mind?
Do we see with our imagination?
Is our imagination powerful and vivid?
Should we keep an eye on our imagination?
Out of sight!
Do we see with our minds?
Do we see the same things in the same way?
Do we see eye to eye?
Do we see with our ears?
Can we believe our ears?
Are we all eyes and ears?
Are we seeing the same thing when we all look at something?
Or are our eyes closed to everything?
Are we looking with the naked eye?
In a blink of an eye?
Are we so skillful at living, that we can live each day with our eyes closed?
It’s not a pretty sight.
Don’t cry your eyes out!
Do we have insight?
How much do we know by sight?
As far as the eyes can see.
Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder with a twinkle of an eye.
A sight for sore eyes to see.
Love at first sight.
The apple of your eye.
In the public eyes.
It’s right before your eyes.
See the sights!
No end in sight.
There’s more to this than meets the eye.
Are we dreaming?
Are we beginning to see the light?
Or is this thing called sight just an optical illusion?
Have we shed some light on sight?