I've not slept before, but usually when I don't sleep I just sit on my ass and look at pictures of cats on the information super highway as it is called. I had to work today with no sleep, which is basically going in at 3 in the morning to move boxes full of glass jars and candles to the outside of the store back and forth like a worker ant.
My boss's daughter is going totally blind. She's been for some time now, apparently. Her husband and she got married recently so that she could live on his Military base with him. I sort of envy her, in a way. She gets something that we who can see our whole lives never do. When she can no longer see, the last image she'll have of her husband will be at this very moment they are united. For the rest of their lives, she'll always picture him the way she did when they were married without a single other image to compare him to ten, twenty or a hundred years from now. Foolish human vanity has little bearing on her love, and for that she may be blessed.
Perhaps an artist really doesn't need his eyes to create a great statement. I wonder if sight is a crutch to someone who wishes to express something abstract, because we have to worry what it looks like.
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