The optometrist puts on a headlampthat makes her look like a spelunker or miner,but it is my eye she's climbing into,peering deeply as if assessing a long tunneland running her search beam along its ceiling,walls, and floor. I starewhere she tells me and marvelat what she can explore within my retina,which at this point seems biggerthan the world my mind encompasses,an expansive universe exhaustively filled.My right eye alone is packed with mysteries.The potential for discoveries must be huge,for she presses closer, blinding mewith her beam's white glareas I empathize with the cavethat must endure the encroachment of adventurers."Look up, left, down, right," she instructs,but I see nothingof the portents that enthrall her.
NUDGE: Describe being looked into by a medical professional. I don't mean someone examining you from the outside; discuss the experience of being explored internally and the mysteries you contain that you know nothing about.