The eye provides a poor, simplistic view, <br />the outside of a person going by <br />or living with us, sharing bed and home: <br />red hair, a pretty face and form <br />or fat gut, grizzled face, unkempt. <br />But ah, if we could see the mind, <br />we'd see each person is not one or two — <br />not me, that fellow over there, or you. <br />The mind's a bobbin, rolling to extremes, <br />converging in the middle, wobbling back, <br />and what makes the impression is the <i>mean</i>: . <br />A person is a quilt, an in-between.<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-we-could-see-the-mind/
