El llanto corre, la piel lo absorbe, pero no para. Las lágrimas ganan. Sufre sin testigos, se encierra en sus angustias. Ahoga sus penas, pero aprenden a nadar. Ganas de morir ¿Por qué las evita? Si la vida es eso, de aprender a soportar el dolor. Y si intenta perder su vida, es cobarde, porque se abandonó a resistir, se quiere deshacer de lo malo, y no aprendió a luchar.

It’s out there, even though I may not ever be able to touch it, it's worth reaching for, you showed me that, thank you.

I didn’t know where I was going to go, but that was okay, because I really enjoyed letting take its own life, letting it be just what it was, without giving a shape, or doubting about myself. And what it was, it was beautiful.

As a blind man I think I see a lot better than when I saw when I was sighted, because I don’t really think we see with our eyes, I think we live in darkness when we don’t look at what is real about ourselves, about others, about life. When you see what’s real about ourselves you see a lot, you don’t need eyes for that.