On a pilgramage one time an old cloaked wise man sat by the road, his eyes were sunken in, he was smilling and singing, obviously blind. We travelled together for a while and I couldn't get over the light and warmth, and wisdom that came from this person. I was very troubled about life at the time. I asked him "old man how come you are so cheerfull and full of life, when you are blind?", Old mihng chang replied..."nechako it is not I (eye) that is blind"