everything made more sense when i was blind.

now, my vision misleads me toward a path i used to not see. i used to be locked in a room illuminated darkly by clouded lights. now it clears and steers me toward an opening, in the corner, small, a mystery.

i crawl in, like an insect, and it hits me, confusion, fear. but i stay on track, not giving up, never giving up trying to understand where i am and why i want to cry and laugh at the same time why?

my eyes used to make more sense when i was blind. i know. ignorance is swiss, full of holes and cholesterol so, what makes a man be a man? vision what makes a wizard? nuclear fission.

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