I see Park Avenue, I see the slums. I see factories, and parks where children play. My heart is full of the images of people and things. Some sights are pleasant. They fill my heart with happiness.
Some sights are sad or ugly.
To these I do not shut my eyes. They too, are part of life. To close the eye on them is to close the heart and mind. Use your other senses the same way. Hear the music of voices, the song of a bird as if you would be deaf tomorrow.