In a reality where humans are not capable of sight,
two men sit and discuss the existence of the physical world.
“Oh World,” the first man says,
“Some say you are not there. And, yes, I can not see you with my eyes, but I know you are real and I have faith that you are there.”
“You fool!” Says the second man, disgusted by the first man’s words. “You really believe in that childish fairy tale? This is all an illusion, there is no such thing as the World,
you only tell yourself that it is real because you are afraid of the truth!”
“My dear friend,” whispers the first man,
“you say there is no World but while you say this you are being lifted up by it, can you not you feel it all around you? Can you not feel it’s breath in the wind? We may both be blind, but my eyes are open to the truth of the World, even though we can not see It, It is the foundation on which we are built and I have faith that It will always be there.”
“Yes, we both are blind but you are the one who truly can not see,” says the second man.
“If having faith is blindness then may I never see, I need not see in order to feel the essence and the truth of the World.”
True blindness is ignorance, not the inability to use one’s eyes.

here’s to the afterlife —
doubt .
doubt consumes man’s faith .
down into the depths of the pit
my mind descends ,
down to the caverns ,
the walls closing in .
the light dwindles ,
crushing me under the weight of this apparent reality .
hopeless and helpless ,
lonely and tired .
beaten down by the endless sorrow .
discouraged by the reflection in the mirror .
day after day
the darkness overpowers .
day after day
allowing It to win .
dwelling in the tasteless comfort of numbness .
spending time hearing but not really listening .
full with life but not really living .
so fearful for tomorrow  ,
that I can not really be Here for today .
a change ,
eyes open to the blessings .
i begin to ascend .
lifted by an Essence ,
lifted by the Unconditional Love .
enter .
enter into eternity .
here’s to the afterlife .