A blind mans perspective isnt much. He could only hear, and feel what goes on around him, and little did he know anything of the truth. He assumes that everything was the way he knows it; he was unabled to seek truth. And my perspective, was so dark...that without my only brightness, I feel nothing.  Foreword“You’re lost?” He asks. I shake my head.“Do you know where to go?” He asks again. I shake my head.“Then you’re lost.” I stay still for a few seconds, and nod.