And we live far, far too much from the _upper_ sympathetic center and voluntary center, in an endless objective curiosity.

Sight is the least sensual of all the senses.

And we strain ourselves to see, see, see--everything, everything through the eye, in one mode of objective curiosity.

There is nothing inside us, we stare endlessly at the outside.

So our eyes begin to fail; to retaliate on us.