IN THE BLIND SPOT

I found this picture of a cover of a magazine called The Blind Spot. It's for artists. But it got me thinking about different blind spots.

Food in between teeth for one thing. Black sesame seeds on bread appeal to me. But I know when I indulge that there will be leftovers in my teeth. Sometimes with freshly ground pepper on lettuce wedges--another of my favorites. But unless someone tells me, I'll go around the rest of the evening displaying black soot marks nestled against my teeth. That's a blind spot.

Another blind spot is what consumes us. In conversation especially. If we could as Robert Burns said "see ourselves as others see us," how would that change what monopolizes our language? Honestly, I don't believe that complainers, braggarts, reactionists, or 'holics of any kind (a 'holic is one who infuses his interest into every conversation no matter what the current topic is) realize the scope of their communication. The oneness of it.

The final blind spot is the mirrors of an automobile, or one of the most famous blind spots. It's true that they exist between rear and side mirrors. But what gets me about car makers is how is it that no one can make a mirror that is accurate? "Objects may be closer than they appear." And why? Just make a mirror that shows what's there. What's the problem? Or put a funhouse mirror on there, well, just for fun, if what you're showing is not really what it's reflecting.

Compared to the other two, I suppose a speck of pepper or seed(s) isn't as serious as I thought when I began this entry.