All faces see. Even when they close their eyes they see. Whatever the shape of the eyes, these even lakes, closed seas, mirrors of the inner bottom, chaos, infinity, the variegated iris, which sometimes goes up, hides almost under the eyelid, is shadowed from the grasses that are on the edge of the bank, sometimes it descends low, it can be seen all circular like the nucleus of a life cell, the nucleus with the nucleus and the nucleus of the nucleus, it swims sometimes right, sometimes left, a bird, one of the marks of its decorative tail peacock, of the many peacocks of heaven, with a thousand eyes in the tail, drinking from alabaster cisterns, drinking the meaning of the general, secret view and not satisfied, the world is an insatiable thing and the eye that sees it is a jewel.