Lens

My spectacles interpret the spectacle.

My glasses bring to a particular focus, what impresses itself through my senses.

Each set of eyes sees a different take on what many of us call an elephant, though there are those who deny that such a creature exists and have their own, unique, interpretation.

Nobody knows what is right.

Nobody knows.

We agree. For some time. Until we don't.

All I know is, I like you.

At least I like what I see through my lens.