Today I want to write to a blind man. Something edifying that can be read by someone who sees what I wrote. Someone who has vision to be able to carry my message in the eyes of those who do not see. Let it serve as light and shine if I walk. Someone who although beginning to observe, as an innocent child does not change the color of the glass to add or remove color to what I write. Someone who feels and receives what my words say so that those who do not see can understand that it is not just about knowing, but about applying what is known. That blind man is reading and the one who reads him also. For as the wise say, he who has ears to hear and he who has eyes to see.