Only this: once when I was very young I saw the morning star. I didn’t really see it the way visual people see. I was with a friend.
Sighted people forget the blind have friends.
They think if they went blind they’d be alone in a closet.
Sighted people have a terrible insufficiency of imagination.
Only this: when I was very young I had an imaginary friend. I called him “Matti” and he would sit beside me on the trams in Helsinki. I talked to him.
Sighted people need more imaginary friends.
Sometimes a guide dog is both your watcher of stars and your pal on the tram.
This: outside of town, a full moon, laughing all night with friends.
Hey sighted people: the blind laugh. So do their dogs.
It comes down to this. I feel sorry for the sighted.
Most of them have the imaginations of meat cutters.
In our brittle time its important to say there’s nothing wrong with meat cutters.
But you understand, the ocean…