“ A blind child guided by his mother, admires the cherry blossoms.” Kikakou Who knows what a blind child sees of blossoms or songbirds? Who knows what any of us sees from the privacy of our own blindness – and, make no mistake, each of us is blind in a particular way, just as each of us is sighted uniquely. Consider how each of us is blinded by what we fear. If we fear heights, we are blind to the humility vast perspectives bring. If we fe ar spiders, we are blind to the sp

Seeing into darkness is clarity