World With Vision Suppose everyone suddenly had lost their sight, and to do what, in their eyes, they felt was right, they'd learn to face the world again, this time, though, using feeling as they went. Warring of nations would come to an end, none really having the better view. And then all races would naturally blend, none really caring which color are you. Could you really say such a world was blind, all being of such superior minds? Perhaps then if sight was restored to them they'd not really need it, and would use feeling again. -Mike Paniccia-Birth sign: Pisces
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