Two weeks ago, as I mentioned in a previous post, I had my first eye exam in pretty much ever. Over the past year, my ability to resolve fine print has deteriorated noticeably. The only reason why I delayed the exam was to wait for work to implement its planned vision care benefit.

Ornoth's glasses
Ornoth's glasses

The exam itself was totally silly: the repeated requests to read an eye chart whose contents I easily memorized; the completely subjective comparison of different lens strength (is this one better or worse than the other?); the heinous regimen of eye drops and the absurdly dilated Powerpuff Girl eyes they left me with.

I can’t say I liked it, but then I’ve always been extremely squicky about eyes. I’ve always been a big swimmer, but I still refuse to open my eyes underwater. The eyes are very sensitive, and vision is just about the only thing I simply couldn’t live without.

The outcome was exactly as I expected: everything’s fine, except for a mild loss of near vision for small print, which means that after a lifetime of perfect vision, it is finally time for me to get reading glasses.

It’s ironic that my perfect vision is failing around the same time that two of my exes have had their extremely bad vision almost completely corrected with laser surgery. So in a strange twist of fat (sic), now they can see better than I can.

In laughable contrast to the exam was the ritual of selecting frames. Never having worn glasses before, I had almost no idea what I wanted. Meanwhile, the intern who did my exam and the office receptionist (both women) teamed up to run me through just about every set of frames in the building. It was like having a root canal done in one room, then stepping directly into a girly clothes-shopping spree in the next room: very dissonant.

I finally restricted the girls to just eight frames, then eliminated the ones that they liked that I didn’t, then picked the pair I thought looked okay and had the most reasonable fit.

Then yesterday I picked them up and had them adjusted. What do you think?

The human organism has been designed with particularly good eyesight. We’re especially attuned to detect and focus on any movement in our field of vision, which was a significant evolutionary advantage for an opportunistic species that might equally find itself as predator or as prey. If something moves, we want to know about it, what it is, where it is, where it’s going, and whether it’s something to eat, run away from, or have sex with.

The counter side of that is that we’re exceptionally good at ignoring things that don’t move, because they don’t warrant our attention. In our daily lives, we don’t notice the sky, the grass, or rocks. They’re background, not foreground. It’s really hard to spend any time looking deeply at something that doesn’t move or change. Have you ever tried? We’ve even honored the phenomenon with a derogatory cliche: “about as exciting as watching paint dry”.

Media companies have known this for decades, as you can see from the ever-increasing pace of cuts and context switches. The sudden movements and changes of color capture your attention because we’re hardwired to give top priority to the most rapid movements we see. I’m sure everyone’s had the experience of eating at a restaurant or pub with someone who is constantly distracted by something on the television, even when they’re not interested in the content of the program. Or the experience of being that person!

The price of this evolutionary advantage is a very real kind of shallowness. No matter what we are doing, we are continually distracted by whatever’s moving around us. Our attention jumps from subject to subject with the rapidity of a hyperactive hummingbird.

a rock

I noticed this walking to work this morning. It was a wonderful day, and I began looking at the nature around me: granite boulders, gently swaying trees, green lawns, and a cloud-spotted blue sky. But I kept finding my eyes drawn away: to a splashing fountain in the middle of a pond; to the cars passing by; to the maintenance guy painting a fire hydrant; to the men playing golf at the course next door.

And, of course, I began to wonder.

As I looked at all those things, I was just letting my eyes dart around, never resting on any one thing for very long. I wasn’t deeply experiencing the cars or the golfers or the fountain; my eyes were just registering them and moving on. I may have seen a lot, but I didn’t see anything very deeply or with any sense of richness or connection.

So I decided to “see different”. I concentrated fully on looking at the things in my field of vision that didn’t move: the trees, those boulders, the grass, and the road beside me.

The first thing I noticed was that it was really difficult not to let my eyes dart away. We’re so used to the quick cut and context shift that our attention is always fragmented. People no longer have the ability to actually concentrate on one thing for more than a moment.

The second thing I noticed was that once I did look at the things that didn’t move, my experience of the world around me gained tremendous depth and richness. There’s more visual depth in a bare stone than there is in any fast-paced car chase scene. And a single tree has more elegance and a more complex story to tell than any feature film.

By looking at the things that don’t move, I literally began to see the world anew, with wonder and awe, and a very deep sense of being present in the moment I was living. There’s beauty all around us, even in the most decayed urban wasteland, if only we made better, conscious decisions about how to use the amazing gift of our vision.

So my challenge to you is to try it. Stop letting your eyes mindlessly jerk your attention around. Take the time to actually look at the things that aren’t moving, that have always been background but never received your full attention and appreciation.

Take a good, long look at the things that aren’t moving. See the world for what it is, not for what it is doing.

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