Behind our eyes we are blind. We live in thoughts and ideas, that we imagine, that we think we see. We are the audience of life, observers, ignorant and arrogant. We think we remember, we see images in front of our eyes, memories we say, false in reality, transformed by ideas and feelings. Regardless of that we find truth in them. Our perception suffers from myopia. We can perhaps see clearly what is closest to us, but at a distance things begin to lose their true form. We do not see things as they are, we inevitably adapt reality to ours, it is our truth.