Eyes. They are they organ of our primary sense.

Eyes. Without them, our world would not be seen.

Eyes. The Katikula of our soul, the perimeter between innocence, and experience.

Eyes. We do not see with our eyes. We perceive with our mind.

Eyes. Yet perception does not equal understanding.

Eyes. Everyone understands the world differently, everyone has a different opinion.

Eyes. If you were confronted with a choice, to kill a hostage, or to kill yourself…

Eyes. Your mind shut off from the wilderness of our destiny and fate…

Eyes. You'd choose the death of a hostage.

Jack had seen the moment coming. He had seen all forth the lady in the hall. He had foreseen his fingers slamming on the dialler. He had seen his legs carrying him to the Stargate. Yet, he had not seen his finger trigger the motion of death. Perhaps it was the bullet. Perhaps it was the pressure of a million daggers motioned towards him. Or perhaps it was evil burning up inside him.

It was devil to burn lead into an innocent. Yet he had done so without thinking.

It was devil to starve off a hostage of air. Yet he had done so without thinking.

Eyes. They trigger intuition.

Eyes. The feverishly slam your fingers on the wrong.

Eyes. They are the essence of Beauty.

Eyes. They are the essence of Death.

His had felt wrong with the hostage. He had felt that death was in order.

Eyes.

Eyes.