Notes on Blindness Page #3

when she said to me...

"Daddy,

"if I cried and my tears fell on your eyes,

"would you be able to see again?"

This thought she had got, I'm sure,

from Rapunzel.

And they lived happily ever after.

Cassette two, track one.

A strange experience with a faith healer.

On Thursday evening,

we stopped at the Indian restaurant

in Bristol Street.

Isn't this a wonderful example

of what it's like to be a parent?

I hope everything is to your satisfaction.

May I?

I took him to be a waiter

who worked in the restaurant.

He asked me if I was completely blind,

how long I had been blind,

the cause of my blindness was.

Well, um,

in one way or another, I suppose,

I've been fighting against blindness

most of my life.

Please, go on...

Er...

when I was a child,

I lost my sight for the first time.

I've had all sorts of operations

and gradually sight simply faded away.

Why do you ask?

And now you see nothing?

Nothing.

I don't see anything now.

And, yet, you still wear glasses?

Silly, really, isn't it?

I'd feel rather undressed

without my glasses.

Tell me, do you still hope

that you will see again?

No, I don't hold out hope.

The doctors have told me

it's quite impossible.

And you believe them?

He told me about some of the

marvellous cures he'd done, even cancer.

My sight is dependent on my will

and he, through hypnotherapy,

could help to restore my will.

I see.

Could you restore a leg lost

in a traffic accident?

You have no eyes? Are they gone?

It's just a mass of jelly.

Willpower cannot restore it.

He was speechless!

He was absolutely speechless!

But, John,

do you think it's got to the point

where you don't really want to

get your sight back?

What makes you say that?

Well, you always seem to be so happy.

You seem to be functioning so well.

Oh, Liz.

If only you knew half the truth.

Of course I want my sight back.

I will never accept

the human losses of blindness.

Every time I wake up,

I lose my sight.

Last night, I dreamt that my sight improved.

I had the most intense picture of Thomas

as a cuddly, little boy.

In my dream I said to myself,

"There you are, you see.

"In good light, you can still manage

fairly well."

My waking reflection is that

my dreaming life

is still denying the reality.

...heavy swell breaking onto the rocks.

Five were swept into the sea,

three from one group, and two from another.

Sennen and Penlee lifeboats

were called to search as dusk gathered.

The Royal Navy helicopter from Culdrose

flew back and forth across the sea.

That's page 104.

My comments... this text

is an interesting example in the Bible

of the limitations of a theology of vision.

Give us an H.

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