'At long last I saw, I felt, I believed. Scales of pride and prejudice fell from my eyes. A new world came into view.' (Page 12, Big Book)
Seen through the eyes of the ego (the eyes of separation, attack of others, attack by others, fear, and the endless cycle of reproach, retaliation, and retribution), all that is apparent is darkness and the glint of the sword in the fading light.
Seen through the eyes of love, all is well, grace bats last, what is real cannot be destroyed, and my spirit cannot be harmed.
I get to pick, today: How am I going to look at what appears to be around me?