Stop for a second. Just one second. If you can’t, ask why not? Are you always running to and fro? Running from meeting to meeting? Running from errand to errand? Running like mad just to keep fit? And then what?

Hey Mister: Can you spare a second?  Can you stop and smell those proverbial roses?

Can you stop and see? Can you stop and actually look around? Do you even know the color of your own eyes anymore?

What do you make of the mysteries around you? Do you even try to see and take in the world?

What is in your face?

What is subtle?

Do your eyes get drunk on the world?