
“When I put the flower near your eyes, they twinkle again” ~8 year-old boy to his mother on her birthday. The mother was recovering from severe depression . Where does the gaze fall? What do I see? What makes me twinkle inside? What repels me? The eyes are the window to the soul, but so too are they the soul’s window onto the world. I can perceive the world as harsh and grasping, like it could eat me up or skin me alive, and then feel compelled to turn away from it. But the world has no claws. Really, when I feel this way, it is aversion that has taken hold of me from the inside. When I recoil from phenomena, when I avert my gaze, in fact I turn my soul upon its own darkness. That is why introversion (or perhaps more aptly extro-aversion), in the extreme, can lead to depression. I can perceive the world as the source of love and light and inspiration, but be prone to covet and consume what it proffers as “good”. Yet I cannot assimilate things which are not things, and grasping...