To be blessed and yet permit gluttony to blind me to the blessings is to banish myself to a life of unrelenting poverty even though I might be utterly engulfed in the embrace of a million marvelous blessings.

As utterly irrational as it might seem, the greed within me has the most limited vision I can possibly imagine as it has eyes only for the few things it doesn’t have, and it is completely blind to all the many remarkable things that it does.

Our agenda is the lens through which we view the world that is in reality a blindfold through which we miss the world.

Blindness is far more a state of mind than it is a condition of the eyes.

The greatest darkness imaginable is found when we’ve chosen to walk in ‘some kind’ of light that’s ‘some kind’ of some thing else other than light.

If we have relegated vision solely to a function of the eyes, we are blind indeed.

Although it pains me to admit it, I am quite familiar with the holes in life. And this familiarity is due to the fact that I spend far more time in these holes than I spend on the paths that brought me to them.

Blindness is a choice born of fear, nursed by complacency and groomed by comfort. And what I often don’t see in my blindness is that 'choice' evidences the existence of other options.

I suppose that the greatest blindness is to assume the absence of blindness.