Matthew 7:3, says,
‘Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?’
So I poked around in my right eye, and I found a stick. I pulled at it. It became a branch and then a full-fledged tree.
Then, in my left eye, I noticed a speck. A floater, I thought. If it was any bigger, it may have been a torn retina.
But the floater turned out to be a tiny bit of an old stump. An old stump with an odd shaped fungi attached to it.
I gathered all of these pieces of wood and threw them into a rather large pile.
I dropped a match, and beautiful bonfire began to blaze.
Smoke got in my eyes.
And now I can see.