AUTHOR: Robin Dugall DATE: 1:03:00 PM ----- BODY:

I am loving the blog-world. Here's another entry off somebody else's blog that means alot to me now. I met a woman a couple of years ago who had gone blind over the past five years. She said besides being the most profound occurance in her life that it also really helped her spiritually. She said that she didn't realize how blind she was when she could see. MMM. Think on that one! Here's a blog entry that is in that same vein. Put that in your pipe and smoke it! "The price of seeing" "I read a story once about what happened when people who had been blind since birth were given sight through an operation. What they thought would be freeing ended up disconcerting. They walked into walls that were closer than they felt in the dark. Dogs and trees and people were unrecognizable. They didn't know how to read with their eyes instead of their fingers. Some adjusted and learned to function with their new vision. Some didn't and sat in houses with the lights off. I feel a little like that right now. I'm seeing in a new way right now, and it's wonderful and painful and destabilizing all at once, because I haven't figured out how all this works yet. Sometimes it's like seeing a sunset over the ocean for the first time. Sometimes I walk into walls." The price of seeing - a poem I think I see the world spin - or the blink and flash unbalance me. Street corners dizzy me and a flutter of leaves like a flock of birds in my face is enough to send me scrambling. When they took away my darkness, they took away my world and I can't find the edge of it. My fingers are confused in a world exploded past my wingspan. My arms won't reach to the horizon. Blue and red and green won't fit inside my hand. My eyes are squinted, screwed up, dazzled. Daunted, small, I have never felt so blind.

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