I have a wandering eye and a lazy eye so they cancel each other out. It's a push.
More is got from one book on which the thought settles for a definite end in knowledge, than from libraries skimmed over by a wandering eye.
My woman has a wandering eye;Yarrow, thyme and thorn.She eyes the ocean and the skyWhile stitching sails, forlorn.I got a kiss, and then a tearAs she bade me go;But on the waves, my heart's in fear:My woman's in the know.
An eye for an eye only ends up making the whole world blind.
Wandering re-establishes the original harmony which once existed between man and the universe.