Perhaps one of the greatest things is the human eye. Perhaps too great. They curious devils spy upon everything, looking, maybe trying to behold something worth the look. The eyes upon a girl's diary. Lovelorn, words deeper than what is put on paper. Even they look upon words struck out, slashed out with pen, but alas the ink is indelible. Even when you slash it out, but not so thoroughly, eyes can still look upon secrets written. They spy upon documents, shut away and forgotten years past. Words forbidden. Words literally not to be seen by them. But alas... It may be too late. The eyes spy upon something, as I've told you all before, forbidden. The secret is found. But if eyes had a mouth they would scream. Eyes can have everything. Perhaps too much of everything.