They say the eye is the window to the soul. A camera if you will, into the heart of man. The defining moment of his realness, or the fabrication of his persona. What does a photographic heart look like? Can I stare into your eyes and take with me an image of your intention? I marvel at the eye’s genuine and the revelation of the tongue. A man ponders in his mind the person he is and speaks his heart into existence. A dark person cannot hide behind his eyes, and a good soul cannot produce a contradicting reflection. The bond between the mind and the heart gives way to sight, and gives birth to the eyes to see. We can discern the shape of thought just by the color of words. We can lift the eyelid of speech and stare down the throat of truth. It is a discernment not everyone will possess; the ability to see beyond what you could see.