“I am all amazement.” My eyes are full, growing large, welling and overflowing. A wonder to behold. To see is to believe, yet what I see is unbelievable. Is amazement all in the eyes then, something of sight and vision? Not taste or smell or touch at all? No, because I feel it in my chest, in my breath, quick and shallow. I feel it also in my tense shoulders and, intensely, in my toes. To say nothing of my cheeks and the blood rushing there. What use can blood be to them? I’ll never know, but there it goes.