When Don Quixote first sees the windmills, he exclaims:

“Fortune doth address our affairs better than we ourselves could desire; for behold there, friend Sancho Panza, how there appears thirty or forty monstrous giants, with whom I mean to fight, and deprive them all of their lives, with whose spoils we will begin to be rich; for this is a good war, and a great service unto God, to take away so bad a seed from the face of the earth.”

One must love his passion and his honor but has one a duty recommend him to an optometrist?

and while it it truly said “The eyes are useless when the mind is blind” things are even more radical when the mind sees things that are not there, and makes decisions based on what it believes it has seen.

This is another facilitated muse undertaken on Nightcafe, wherein starting with a little reflection ‘What is it that the fine old sir Don Quixote saw?” I try to to provoke and eek (proveek?) a few images, and of course they in turn proveek me.

Dear reader I thank you always.