I feel bad for Helen Keller and all others who are deaf & blind. All she had was touch and taste. She endured the feelings of touch. The only thing she could do was feel. She endured tastes of defeat, the tastes of agony, the tastes of sorrow. She was stuck in her head, literally to only dream and think of what she tasted and felt. Yes, I'm sure she tasted more than morose states of being. Just sayin', 'cause when it came down to it, all that she wrote that was joyous was of her dreams and thoughts. We (we being the people with sight and hearing abilities) spend our lives reaching for our dreams, hiding our thoughts and complaining about what we feel.

I can see, and that is why I can be happy, in what you call the dark, but which to me is golden. I can see a God-made world, not a manmade world. Helen Keller