Because I cannot see or hear, the thoughtless suppose life must be blank to me. They do not understand that things have other precious values beside color and sound. It never occurs to them to FEEL a flower, and they do not know what they miss - the exquisite shape of a leaf and stem and bud. I do not suppose light suggests to them the radiating life-giving warmth of the sun. True, I cannot see the stars scattered like gold-dust in the heavens, but other stars just as bright shine in my soul.
When this conviction grows upon a man, and he reaches out for a fuller understanding of it, his spiritual sense develops, new worlds are opened to him and he conforms to the intelligent love which made the Great Plan possible.