Perhaps in time I can learn
to cope with the blindness of fate and fortune. But for the life of me how can
I ever cope with my own internal blindness? How can I adapt to my own
superimposed veils? How can I deal with my own unwillingness to see?
But what is there to see?
If the voices I hear and the
feelings I get are any indication, if the scents I pick and the sensations I go
through have any true meaning, and if my apprehensions and fears were good
measures of reality, I might be better off not seeing whatever there is to see.
I might be better off joining God and the world in the blessing that is
blindness.
February 19, 1997