July 12, 1994
Tapping her four-sense way down the street, she turned into my doorway, knocked and waited. I answered and asked if I could be of help. The moment I spoke, she looked surprised, eyebrows arched over unfocused blanks. "Could you tell me what intersection this is? I'm looking for Beads and Rocks." "You're in the right spot, just two doors shy." She thanked me and tapped her way again.
Blindness, deafness. It's only a matter of degree. Nobody can really see out very far, nor much inward landscape, either. Nobody can really hear much that is not already heard or plainly desired. We are every one of us looking for baubles in the wrong spot.
|"None so blind as those that will not see."|
|- Matthew Henry (1662 - 1714) Commentaries, Jeremiah 20|
|Hear now this, O foolish people, and without understanding; which have eyes, and see not; which have ears, and hear not.|
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