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Being blind I thought I should have to go out to meet things, but I found that they came to meet me instead…
If my fingers pressed the roundness of an apple, I didn’t know whether I was touching the apple or the apple was touching me…
As I became part of the apple, the apple became part of me. And that is how I came to understand the existence of things.
As a child I spent hours leaning against objects and letting them lean against me. Any blind person can tell you that this exchange gives a satisfaction too deep for words…
Touching the tomatoes in the garden is surely seeing them as fully as the eye can see. But it is more than seeing them.
It is the end of living in front of things, and the beginning of living with them.
And There Was Light
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