Following an overdue eye exam, I found myself meditating on the intersection of clarity, vision and imagination. Some say, for example, that blurry vision and even dizziness might be physical signals of a kind of spiritual evolution...
Along this line of thought, there is that evocative line the fox tells the little prince (in the story The Little Prince) that what is essential cannot be seen by the eyes.
Here is a poem that makes this case, beautifully, in praise of not always seeing too sharply...
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don’t see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.
[Full poem, "Monet Refuses the Operation" by Lisel Mueller, here](http://t.co/J46lT5CKFB]