More thoughts about being blind

I was looking over a popular photojournalism website recently, watching/reading a story about a school for the blind in Africa.
How they take these kids in from the slums, and cities and bring them to this school and teach them to read and live and function.

I saw this picture. And I loved it. In Fact, I've been looking at it a lot lately.
Thinking about it.

What if I learned to see with my hands, with my mind, instead of with my eyes.
What if I chose to be blind to some things for the sake of really seeing other things?


What if I chose to see with my head and my hands and my heart instead of my eyes?
What if I chose to be blind to the things that separate me from others-social status, economic relativity, denomination, nationality, gender, education, family?

hmmm.



I want to take pictures like that.
I want to live like that.