Long enough have you dream'd contemptible dreams, Now I wash the gum from your eyes, You must habit yourself to the dazzle of the light and of every moment of your lives
How often do minutes, hours, days go by without a blink of the eye? How often do we move about through space and not be aware of the space we are filling? If life is so precious a gift, why does it seem that we waste it?
Long enough we have allowed ourselves to make choices and decisions that steered us away from being be able to see the dazzle of the light. Long enough have we let slip the moments of our lives without ever having a chance to savor them.