I looked at the eclipse of the full snow moon. It is OK, they say, to look at an eclipse of the moon. The next day, suddenly and violently, my right eye blew up, flashing lights, a tangle of dark shadows and gossamer. A torn retina. Following an afternoon of medieval manipulation (they pushed, pulled, poked, and prodded my eyeball and then handed me a tissue and instructed me to wipe it gently), I was told that it should heal on its own.
I think you must be careful of what you gaze upon.
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