You are like a diamond. Polish it, get the smudges off, and there’s clarity. The clares. Clairsentience, clairaudience, clairvoyance… True seeing due to extreme blindness, the kind that feels it’s way in the dark, knowing that slight lack of clarity, delving deeper into the unknown is the knowing. Look again. Because like all real diamonds, there’s imperfection. The human-ness, the perfect imperfect, that makes it real. The need to polish, to experience the self back, the motion of emotion, connecting you to totality, cosmic or not, in love, in service, imperfectly. And in that clearing, spit and polish, begin to realize, real eyes, that the imperfection is perfect.