I sensed I had been treated to only a minuscule amount of what was probably an unimaginable depth of human connection, still intact in native societies. Eyes were, in a way, superfluous there; eyes were actually everywhere. Eyes were in our skin and breathing, and in our respect for each other. Eyes were in our interest in what the next thought would be. My thoughts were on her thoughts. Seeing her was an act of being whole. It could not be compartmentalized.
