When walking in the darkness at my parent's house, I can climb the stairs I have climbed a million times. I do not need to view each squared stair to know where it is. I know each is there, running up the steppes without worry.
There is a power to knowing something is true, whether you can see factual evidence of it or not. That power forces that which you envision to be real, and some might call that faith, or a psychological disorder, or denial, or any other thing, but the truth is that it is a blindness.
This blindness is beautiful, and the source of creativity and ingenuity. There is something seen where nothing is. Innovation and sustenance form from this place of blindness, forcing that which does not exist to do so.
And in this utter blindness to what you have been 'told' exists, by others or by your senses, you finally can see with your inner eye, not only the wistfulness of things, but in confidence of internal sight, their being.
And so it is that one must become blind to see, and must accept as true more which they cannot physically see than that which their eyes proclaim.
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