You can’t convince a blind man the sky is blue, but you can at least inform the blind there is indeed a sky, a magnificent dome above our heads, and it has colors, all manner of swirls we call clouds, soft, pillow-like… sometimes strange, dark and angry. Sometimes flashes of light appear, striking the ground with immense energy, horrendous booms close behind.
Then one day when the blind man can see again through the miracles we hear in the Bible… he may be shocked by the sight to behold, but he will find comfort that the world has been painted for him by a friendly green frog fren.
Good post fren.
You can’t convince a blind man the sky is blue, but you can at least inform the blind there is indeed a sky, a magnificent dome above our heads, and it has colors, all manner of swirls we call clouds, soft, pillow-like… sometimes strange, dark and angry. Sometimes flashes of light appear, striking the ground with immense energy, horrendous booms close behind.
Then one day when the blind man can see again through the miracles we hear in the Bible… he may be shocked by the sight to behold, but he will find comfort that the world has been painted for him by a friendly green frog fren.
This is how I keep my patience meter above ‘0’.