hey i’m drunk so let me tell you a story
let me tell you the story about the three blind men.
why is it always 3
why are they always blind
why are they always men
this might keep you up at night warning
one winter night, three blind men set out on a mission to retrieve their sight from some wizard on the other side of the wood.
when i say wood i mean like... a back yard.
i mean
this was probably not as big of a distance as you're thinking.
like 50, 75 meters probably
i don't know
so three blind men set out one night to find their sight and before they do, they all gather up some tools to assist them in case they run into trouble.
first guy brought brought a dagger and three canteens of whiskey.
the other guy brought a dog- not a trained dog or anything like that. just his dog. a regular dog. a big dump pupper.
the last guy came through with a fucking rain stick and was ready to go.
they were set to meet at half-past midnight.
the first guy arrived on time at the edge of the wood and found himself alone. he took a few swigs from his canteen and waited.
the other two were late by 15 minutes and the first guy was, like, so pissed off.
at 12:45 the three blind travellers set off into the woods in silence, keeping their ears clear for the direction of the dog's sniffling nose-
blissfully unaware of the horrific scenery quickly evolving around them.
for you see,
the trees were not trees but alive- and pulsating
the branches criss cross like hissing snakes overhead.
there are no shadows
because there is no light
but this was no problem for the three blind men- still walking forward, holding their tools out in front of them.
and as they moved forward, the path began to clear.
it began to show a hint of something welcoming. of something pale blue of vibrant moonlight.
but this was no comfort for the three blind men- still walking forward in darkness.
they passed the last tree and stepped forward into a clearing.
the view opened up and the dark, crampedness of the woods disappeared completely
and it was really beautiful. you guys
a big, open valley with a large oval dent- a smooth crater, like when you dip your thumb in a smooth ball of bread dough
the tall grass glistened as it stretched over the sides
a big wave stopped still- paused.
and the moon
the beacon of blueish yellow against the black starless sky, the moon spilled across the valley.
the one guys dog
yeah remember there were guys in this story
the one guys dog sat, tail wagging, gazing upon the scenery. but the three blind men stood, unaware,
their heads still fixed behind them toward the wood.
do you suppose we went the wrong way?
says the first guy.
Did we have a direction in the first place?
Asked the second.
why aren't we walking?
the first guy asked more urgently though really to no one in particular.
the dog has stopped
the guy with the rain stick explained rather stupidly
like no duh the dog stoppped moving
they're blind they're not fucking oblivious
but anyway my dude suddenly crouched down,
mimicking the dog's pose-
and turned his pair of unseeing eyes up to the sky
he waited for a a prolonged series of seconds.
the other guys started to laugh
wondering why their friend was sitting next to the dog
but then
it happened
like a flash or a sudden burst of realization, the moon hit his eye
the man could see.
and it was exactly, one could say, like a big pizza pie.
a single tear dripped unapologetically down his cheek and he knew
deep down
that only one word could sum up this feeling. this gratitude.
and that
that's amore.
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