One day, you suddenly notice that the world has become quite dull. Then with a stroke of mental brilliance, you figure out that it is the dust on the spectacles which is creating that illusion of moroseness. You muster all your strength and commitment to remove the grime accumulated from years of neglect and desuetude, off your gateways to the world of normal vision. When you are done with it, you find that the world is a lot brighter and a lot happier place to live in than you had previously thought. But you never see the dust coming again and settling on the plastic, grossly non-identical surfaces. Dirt keeps accumulating yet again. Then one day, you suddenly notice that the world has become quite dull. Then with a stroke of mental brilliance, you figure out that it is the dust on the spectacles which is creating that illusion of moroseness. You muster all your strength and commitment to remove the grime accumulated from years of neglect and desuetude, off your gateways to the world of normal vision. When you are done with it, you find that the world is a lot brighter and a lot happier place to live in than you had previously thought. But you never see the dust coming again and settling on the plastic, grossly non-identical surfaces. Dirt keeps accumulating yet again. Then one day, you suddenly notice...........
Well, you got the basic idea, didn't you?
