That ... Is How The World Moves:

It Is Sometimes Advantageous To Be Unseen, Although It Is Most Often Rather Wearing On The Nerves.

I Am Invisible, Understand, Simply Because People Refuse To See Me. Like The Bodiless Heads You See Sometimes In Circus Sideshows, It Is As Though I Have Been Surrounded By Mirrors Of Hard, Distorting Glass. When They Approach Me They See Only My Surroundings, Themselves Or Figments Of Their Imagination, Indeed, Everything And Anything Except Me.

The Truth Is The Light And The Light Is The Truth.

I Am An Invisible Man. No, I Am Not A Spook Like Those Who Haunted Edgar Allan Poe; Nor Am I One Of Your Hollywood-movie Ectoplasms.

If You Can Show Me How I Can Cling To That Which Is Real To Me, While Teaching Me A Way Into The Larger Society, Then And Only Then Will I Drop My Defenses And Hostility, And I Will Sing Your Praises And Help You To Make The Desert Bear Fruit.