Creatures of One Another’s Eyes

Yet are we not, as Bishop Berkeley indicts, creatures all of one another’s eyes? Can any existence be said to be self-derived? Parents, teachers, schoolmates, colleagues, rivals: without their surmised opinions, could we distinguish ourselves from air? Are we not each, even those of us so fortunate as to be beloved, each a crossroads of intersecting illusions, with no certain shape but in the eyes of the Maker, who in His mercy leaves us to conjecture what He sees?

“James Buchanan” in John Updike’s play Buchanan Dying (1974)


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