I imagine that this might be what it is
like for other people when I fail to recognize them. I think that my appearance
is much the same as it has always been, and so people who are sighted have no
difficulty in looking at that outside appearance and knowing who I am. On the
other hand, my eyes, which look out from the inside don’t recognize faces at all.
The eyes are the window to the soul – I
think that some wise person said that once. While this might be clear glass for
someone who is looking into my eyes from the outside, for my eyes looking out from the inside, that
glass is a frosted pane.
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