I am writing this on Thursday evening, September 27, 2007. Tomorrow I expect to go to Hershey to see a Dr. Goldberg. He will be operating on my drooping eyelids.

This is not a particularly serious piece of surgery. It will be done in the doctor's office, using local anesthesia, and should last approximately two hours. But, these are my eyes. Operating on the eyes is always a concern. No surgery should be taken lightly.

I wanted to write my piece tonight, because I am not sure how well I will be able to see on Saturday. I am hoping to attend my 56th High School reunion on Saturday afternoon. I guess time will tell if I can do that.

Someone called the "eyes" the windows of the soul. I suppose that is true, although not everything that is written or spoken is true, even if it is repeated thousands of times. However, when you peer into someone's eyes, you often can read what their mood is. You can read whether or not they are paying attention to you. You might even read how much they are attracted to you.

But you cannot really delve deeply into their soul. They might not even be aware of what are the deepest thoughts in their soul. But it is language, either spoken or written, that is the key which can unlock the soul to our fellow human beings.

I love to write, else I would not be doing this. I sometimes give you a glimpse of my soul in my writings. Sometimes I even bare a little too much of it. But there are many things in my soul that are locked away forever. There are things that I will never reveal to anyone. Perhaps I have already said too much.

Then there are those things that even I do not want to know. There are things that I don't want God to know. Yet, in my humanness I sometimes must simply pour out my feelings. I think this is what Jesus did when he was tortured on that terrible cross. In his pain and agony, he simply cried out, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?" And then he died. Nothing held back, even at the end. Wow!!!