Thus Spake He Once...

Wish I were blind. I am tired of looking at the world through the window of my eyes. I cannot close the window. It is not in my hands. The doors of the window are broken or stolen. I have no idea whatsoever. Not that I am desperate to know. But spare me the horror of excess vision. I cannot stand it. They say that excess of or in everything is good for nothing (I do not know if it is bad). But am I only cut out for this excess vision? Am I the only one with a disabled window? If there are countless others with such windows then how does the view differ? If visions are destined to differ then should not I be proud of my unique vision? Why should I partake of, borrow or affiliate myself with your vision? The fact is I will not and cannot. It is against my ethics. Why are you so hell bent then on forcing me to see the way you do? Can it happen the other way round? Your answer would be no. How can my answer be yes?