1,000 ways to say goodbye

The way we see things is limited to what our small minds can comprehend, a simple object like table we think we know, yet it only appears simple as that is the limit of our understanding of it. We are only seeing the smallest fraction of what it really is. A blind man does not suffer from this delusion. Do they see only certain color in their dark colorless world? Or is that a myth? See these questions that you just read run through my absent mind on a generator that takes no breaks. I guess the best way to describe being blind without actually experiencing this laking of function is that an inversed veil over your eyes. The world can see you, you cannot see the world or something along those lines. I might look happy, but look in my eyes... is that happiness?