I Can See In What You Call

Blindness Separates Us From Things But Deafness Separates Us From People.

Knowledge Is Love And Light And Vision.

I Cannot Remember How I Felt When The Light Went Out Of My Eyes. I Suppose I Felt It Was Always Night And Perhaps I Wondered Why The Day Did Not Come.

To Be Blind Is Bad, But Worse Is To Have Eyes And Not See.

I Can See, And That Is Why I Can Be Happy, In What You Call The Dark, But Which To Me Is Golden. I Can See A God-made World, Not A Manmade World.