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skies; the purple of distant hills; yet their souls voyage through this
enchanted world with a barren stare。
The calamity of the blind is immense; irreparable。 But it does not take
away our share of the things that count……service; friendship; humour;
imagination; wisdom。 It is the secret inner will that controls one's
fate。 We are capable of willing to be good; of loving and being loved;
of thinking to the end that we may be wiser。 We possess these
spirit…born forces equally with all God's children。 Therefore we; too;
see the lightnings and hear the thunders of Sinai。 We; too; march
through the wilderness and the solitary place that shall be glad for us;
and as we pass; God maketh the desert to blossom like the rose。 We; too;
go in unto the Promised Land to possess the treasures of the spirit; the
unseen permanence of life and nature。
The blind man of spirit faces the unknown and grapples with it; and what
else does the world of seeing men do? He has imagination; sympathy;
humanity; and these ineradicable existences pel him to share by a
sort of proxy in a sense he has not。 When he meets terms of colour;
light; physiognomy; he guesses; divines; puzzles out their meaning by
analogies drawn from the senses he has。 I naturally tend to think;
reason; draw inferences as if I had five senses instead of three。 This
tendency is beyond my control; it is involuntary; habitual; instinctive。
I cannot pel my mind to say 〃I feel〃 instead of 〃I see〃 or 〃I hear。〃
The word 〃feel〃 proves on examination to be no less a convention than
〃see〃 and 〃hear〃 when I seek for words accurately to describe the
outward things that