Sun sits high in the sky. It's a pleasure to look out the window. I forgot even my disability and the consequent loneliness. While looking out the window, I recognized myself in each passersby and rejoiced over just incredible mind travels. Thus I took my paintbrush again and the picture sat me back in awe toward the eloquence of the snow on the green bench in the yard. I wasn't confused a bit, because the symbolism was just axiomatic here: the whiteness of the snow pointed to my bald pate. When we identify ourselves with what we are looking at, such words as "abstraction" (the impossible/inconceivable things) vanish from our vocabulary at once. In other words, the best eyeglasses are our own mindset.