2021/12/26 #poetry I didn't really have the resources to tackle the problem. I was tackling the problem of being sick, with the immune system that is so amazingly fantastic. Other problems would have to wait. That thing about being tortured by not getting the things done that I was interested in getting done. It must wait.
The switch, I flip it and I see much better. I should have been able to navigate in the dark, the room is familiar, but seeing is more familiar. With this sight, though, I do not, in this familiar room, notice many things. The room is the same as when I last encountered it. My mind is on my goal, the hundreds of objects, textures, and colors are absorbed by my eyes but not noticed, being known entities that are irrelevant to my task. I find the bottle, I knew where it was in the drawer. I bring it back out of the room and switch off the light. I'm back shortly, the bottle now full, again with the aid of sight not really needed, I find a place for the bottle, this time on a shelf so I can access the contents more easily. I will remember what is in it, associating that spot in that room with the effects of the contents of the bottle, automatically moving toward it whenever I need to employ those effects.