Would you hand your life decisions over to a blindfolded woman with a sword? Only you can answer this question. Me, I’d think “She has a sword, I better do what she tells me.” Then I’d think “How’s she going to know what I’m doing when she’s wearing a blindfold?”

The idea is that she will swing the sword without an eye to the consequences. It’s not that she’s blind in the eyes; it’s that her ego is blindfolded. She is not acting in collusion with it.

Why do I ask, you may ask. I am blind and becoming blinder. I’m very interested in my life, of course, and interested to see how my social role evolves or changes as I become more blind. Is blindness for anything? Can I use it in some way?

Probably. Blind faith. Blind justice. Blind instinct. Blind fury. Our language thinks about blind a lot. When the urban legend Inuit uses all those words for snow he does not use them for linguistic diversity or literary effect. He uses them because the word ‘snow’ has many applications.

So, evidently, does blind. Blind faith is generally frowned on. So is blind fury. People tend to approve of blind justice and accept that instinct is blind. For me all qualities are blind ones now. If I have faith, it’s blind. So it my fury, when it happens to unfurl. Also my love. It’s very interesting to love people and not be able to see their faces.

So if I want to follow the example set for me by the language, it’s not about being blind; it’s about who I partner, work, or engage with. The first word in the ‘blind whatever’ paradigm stays the same. The second one is changed and empowered.

Those that have ears, let them hear.