Though the sun shines, the blind cannot see it.
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Yet if they were to pay attention, they could not only feel the warmth of the sun upon their face, but could also distinguish between day and night- morning and eve.
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If they allow their attention to become yet more settled, by smelling the air they could make those same distinctions.
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They could know the nature of the clouds above by the feeling the sensation upon their skin.
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Few in life discern the subtle in that manner. They prefer clinging to the thoughts that rattle around in their brain and pursuing increasingly intense stimuli to keep them entertained.
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Oh, if only they were willing to pursue the sublime.
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They would learn to open their eyes and finally see the sun.
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