I look to see; but what? Not for that a man's eyes meet for an end. Everything is a gate.And for people -the gate is always closed and there stands a sentry who is none but the form of the thing one looks at. My eyes tiptoe to the thing and enter into a silent zone around. Slowly my look vanishes. I get rid of my eyes when I find all of a sudden that the thing I have sought for a look is neither near nor far. It stands as someone's muse. Whose? I know not.. There is no existence of space and the time is debarred from the Eternity.