reassured

The woman born blind needn’t be bothered with what could be, because this stumbling for footing is the only world she has. To make her journey easier, we built her a path of smoothed rocks. But it is all for nothing. After her days of endurance she will learn that the trail we paved will lead nowhere. We laid it with no destination. Sharing her limitation, we too can only aimlessly move along. We accept there is no endpoint and have learned to enjoy this traveling. But you? Beauty came and healed your blindness. We could tell you were different then. But why do you now wear a scarf over your eyes? You told me once of brilliant colors and that you didn’t want to walk our path anymore. I wanted to find it for myself. But now you continue laboring forward with us. If there were something better, you wouldn’t choose this. Surely this is the ultimate objective. Surely any question we had of our ways you have proven to be empty.