the fool and his foolish life in this foolish world:
god wept on the streets, and through the heavy rain he staggered and through the crowds he whispered “help me i hate you all,” hoping anybody reads his lips. then he saw a coffee shop. then he saw it again 0.003 seconds later. then again 0.003 seconds later. after he had seen it at least seven hundred thousand times in the span of four seconds he got so overwhelmed that he had to look away. unfortunately, any other object he saw just as often in this overwhelming frequency, leaving him with no choice but to shut his eyes tight as a 19 year old clit. that was when a gorgeous 19 year old lady walked up to him.
“sir, do you need help?
“YES!”
“you don’t have a stick?”
“uh, not necessarily, no.”
“but you’re blind?”
“oh? oh yeah i’m blind.”
“so where’s your stick?”
“i was robbed.”
“wow, that’s horrible!”
“yeah... say, can you guide me?”
“sure, where do you need to go?”
“how far is uh... the blue opera house?”
“the blue opera house?! that’s like a twenty five mile walk!”
“yea gotta get there.”
“and you’re gonna walk all the way there blind?! maybe you should try and call up someone?!”
“i have no friends or family.”
“wow... well 25 miles, i mean, wouldn’t you rather take a cab? a bus??? any means of 21th century transportation???”
“no in the absolutely.”
“why?”
“you see, while i can’t see, i see not seeing made me see life quite different. you see, when you lose something very important my friend... you begin to appreciate everything you have left far a lot very more. walking... the feeling of the wind... the sounds... the smells... it’s indescribable. it’s like i’m having sex with the universe; the winds tease my pores oh so gently as infinite arrays of sound jerk my ears in all places and more while the vast complexity of smells draw to rest wombically in the nostrils. well i guess it’s not indescribable then, but anyways, it’s all the brain feeling so bad for losing something so dear to it that it makes what’s left of reality feel a hundred times as precious, to restore a balance. The blind have it with their senses, the kids have it with their last cookie, the terminally ill have it with their final years of life.“
very confused, the woman squinted, as if hard of sight.
“You know, I’m sorry, forget it all, i mean, twenty five miles, that’s just ridicilous to ask..”
“and what’s your alternative, walking 25 miles completely blind?! you’re absolutely crazy, i’ll come with you.”
“oh, well thank you very much.”
“any time. ok well definitely not any time. i probably would never do this again, but yeah, no problem.”