The left eye sees what the right cannot, the right eye sees what the left cannot, each ruled by the same brain, driven by the same heart, fed by the same blood, upheld by the same structure of bone and flesh, and sees but half the world.
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I haven't read McGilchrist, but I did share an office with a neuropsychologist for a few years while I was teaching Humanities courses at our local college
So much to talk about here, Bob. But all of that takes a back seat to the poem itself and the essence of the spirit behind it.
Have you ever read any Ian McGilchrist on the subject of the roles of the right and left hemispheres of the brain?
And of course the endless question of which came first, the seeing or the eyes... :)
Thanks for stirring up all of this with your poem