the eyes with which you see God are the same eyes with which he sees you

Straight-away the ideas flow in upon me, directly from God, and not only do I see distinct themes in my mind's eye, but they are clothed in the right forms, harmonies, and orchestration.

...to crooked eyes truth may wear a wry face.

Truth is the daughter of time, and I feel no shame in being her midwife.

God blessed me with some great, unique features-some beautiful, in my eyes, and some not so beautiful. But I think we are all created this way for a reason, so I have no desire to tamper with that.

Silently, God opens his golden eyes over the place of skulls.