I wonder what God makes of the iris, the part of the human eye that controls how much light and information we perceive and process. It seems to me that the entire world enters our existence through this small part of our eye. What a pressure it must be under.
For instance, my dark brown iris would like to see more of the world; road after road; landscape after landscape; not one step after the other; more like everything at once.
Maybe God is a little more tempered or He would just go for it. Yet He never sends you until you’re ready. And He doesn’t send you everywhere at once. Conundrum.