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The eyes, say some people, are the windows to the soul. That’s quite poetic, and I believe there is some truth to it.
I’ve never seen it myself, when a person dies and his eyes go opaque. My sister described it as she watched my mother draw her last breaths. She watched as the eye dimmed and finally just–went out. No life, no soul. Nothing reflected inward or outward, the eyes were now simply biological spheres that held no life.
The man in the picture below has an opaque eye clouded by a cataract.
I have noticed that as people reach advanced old age their eyes seem to recede somewhat, and become less expressive. I’m not sure why that happens.
What I find quite unsettling, though, is when a perfectly healthy person’s eyes reflect nothing at all. We call it a ‘flat affect’ in my line of work. The face shows no expression, no emotion, and even the eyes are flat. Opaque. There’s just no one home.
I love to look into the eyes of a baby. They are learning so much. The neurons in their brains are multiplying and whizzing around in there so fast that the baby can hardly keep up. So often, the expression in the eyes is full of emotion: Joy, curiosity, serious study, sparkling response. The child hasn’t learned yet to be cynical and distrustful.
Too bad that period can’t last a bit longer.