Sometimes, you have got to want something so bad, that you can’t even begin to imagine life without it. To hold it so dear, that your imagination reaches an end point when you try to imagine what life would be without it. Recently I was reading a blog, one that praised the sense of hearing over the sense of sight. I strongly and vehemently disagree with this school of thought, (Albeit to begin with I did agree with it.) A lot of people imagine that a life without vision, is one where one exists in a world of perpetual darkness. But when you think about it, this is not really the case. Even living in darkness is still a form of sight. There is a section of your body that tells that in this area, you should be seeing something even if you may not be seeing “anything”. And that is still a form of vision. Picture it this way, when you close your eyes, you see black, which is still seeing something. Your hand or foot, dont have anything on them that informs them, “listen lads, something is missing here, why is it all black?”, they lack the ability to EVEN see darkness and being blind is much like having a thumb with a nose mouth and ears, only having it on your shoulders instead of on your hand. Blindness then sounds to me, like such a horrid state of affairs. All of a sudden I began to value it among my most prized senses or abilities. I would rather see above all else! With the picture I hope I have painted in your mind, imagine explaining perspective to someone blind. That things appear smaller as they move further away from us. Well we know this to be true, because we can see, but imagine you could not see, and had as much vision as your hand. You knew that whatever you held, whether it be closer or nearer to you, still felt the same in size. That two parallel lines, appear to converge at an end point because of perspective. No he would say, two parallel lines will never meet he would argue, but he doesnt have the gift of sight. Imagine describing colours, or what a mirror is, or whether the wind is visible. Fuck me, that seems pretty much impossible. Avid readers of this blog pretty much know what I’m going to say next-that being “in love” is pretty much like vision. That its a window much like the eyes are, where you begin to imagine a world without someone or something and your imagination stops at that one point. It isn’t even feasible. There are things that only make sense to those in love because they have “an elevated” point of view, and if baffles those who do not know what love is, just like perspective baffles those who can NOT see. Love, madness, pain, these are all different views of people with a different number of senses so to speak. Two parallel people may not be able to meet in the eyes of those who have not experienced the feeling, and star crossed lovers are the only ones who see above this from their “elevated” point of view. So if you are out there, doing something “stupid” this very moment because of someone or something you cant live without, dont feel like the base of society. You are privileged to feel this way because there are those who dont and wish to feel something once again. If you are hurting because of someone you loved, at least you know you are privileged to be be feeling. What, dont those with vision see ugly things too? Why should love not see ugly things as well? With that I retire. Its midnight, and I needs to put my eyes to sleep….