A voice, a sound, a breath, a footstep edging closer. It is nearing, can you hear it, can you feel it, can you see it. trust not your senses dear friend for individually they lie to you, they lead you to false belief. They are chaotic, if you let them rule, they conquer you.
Look at the blind man, he has absorbed his sight; he has internalized it. he no longer needs the facility of his eyes to see, for he can see from within. Have you heard the saying "there is none so blind as those who refuse to see", the blind man cannot refuse, sight is a sense he has to earn. Unlike the rest of us, he is not born with sight (or in some cases he loses this sight in the progression of life). But we have the choice. Its up us to decide whether we choose to see the attrocities, whether we turn a blind eye to the starving, the weak, the hopeless. It is up to us to see the evils we have brought upon ourselves.
But what can we do about them,. what can we do, when tears do not feed the hungry, when tears do not clothe the naked or shelter the homeless. What can we do? A lot, each voice, has an audience, each audience an ear and a will to act. When each of these voices shout the world trembles slightly, if we all shouted simultaneously the world would be moved
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