The Portrait of Zool Posted February 7, 2005 Report Posted February 7, 2005 Once there was a blind man, who had been blind since birth. One day he was talking with a friend, who remarked that it was too bad that he could not see. "What do you mean?" replied the blind man. "I mean that it is very sad that you are blind," replied his friend. "Why?" asked the blind man again. "Because," said his friend, "you miss all the things that sighted people see." "Like what?" "Well, everything - the sky, the stars, all manner of views and visions. Light itself, even." The blind man chuckled quietly, and scoffed. "You know, that is all I have heard of ever since I can remember, but the truth is I have no idea what you are talking about. All I know of 'sight' is what other people say about it. Frankly, I have come to believe these things you speak of, sky, stars, visions, even light itself, simply exists in your imaginations. They do not exist." "But how can you say that!? It is clear to a sighted person as life itself! Do you not feel the heat of the sun's rays on your skin in the daytime? Does not every sighted person tell you of the same things?" "Ah, but my friend, feeling warmth is a far cry from what you describe as sight, and as for other people agreeing on these things it would be for me a matter of faith. The truth is I simply do not see it. How am I to accept such a fantastic thing merely on your say- so? Logically, if my own senses are to be trusted apart from what other people tell me, I am left with only one choice - that light does not exist."
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