Without the vital organ.

For this project it has taken me longer than expected. I knew what to do on the other ones, but how do you create something thats not there. Or, at least, something your not sure is there. The answer: you see sideways. I had only one idea, to spend time without sight.

On a free night, I went out into the nearby school's lawn and sat with my eyes closed. I didn't sit for a few minutes. My plan was to sit for an hour, in complete and utter observance. Observance without sight. My original plan was an hour, to begin at 8:00 and end at 9:00pm. The time I ended up checking the time was 9:45pm.

I ignored all uncomfortable feelings while sitting on a cement slab, and I ignored anything which might disrupt my true intentions. I will now put into words in a non-structured, structured pattern of what I went through.

A simple sound I didn't hear before, now the only one in my ear

Other sounds seem to speak back to the first.

Then the crickets, then the wind

The grass against my bare feet now seem violent; before, smooth paths

We are friction against this earth,

The hard stitch of velcro to the nice other half.

Natural sounds speak to each other, the disruption is a highway

Despicable, unorganic sounds, satan's true children

Then the birds speak, then wind makes a sound

A loud unorganic make speaks, the organic is silent

Religion is the earth, we are the opposition

I am far away now from my body, I am speaking with the sounds

Nothing is silent, nothing is real without meaning

It's rare of me to dare to be organic

My eyes fill, they open.

After I opened my eyes, I know part of me had grown. Part of me didn't really want to deal with how I felt. Maybe its vision which allows us to ignore the beauty which causes us to believe its mundane. I can't imagine, nor do I wan't to, where this world will be as our sight takes away our other senses.

If I could give advice on how to live, I would say live life with your eyes closed.