Though the sun shines, the blind cannot see it.

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.

If they allow their attention to become yet more settled, by smelling the air they could make those same distinctions.

They could know the nature of the clouds above by the feeling the sensation upon their skin.

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.

Oh, if only they were willing to pursue the sublime.

They would learn to open their eyes and finally see the sun.

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