We imagine that, to the blind, the world is pitch black, black as the blackest night, the blackest ink. And so we try to see blindness by closing eyes, turning off lights and starring at the relative blackness inside our eyelids.
Yet black is itself –a color. It is something we imagine. And imagination entails an image–by definition–visual. Of course, this is not possible for those born into complete blindness.
How then can we better imagine the complete absence of image?
Let me show you. Take your index finger and put it completely behind your back, pointing behind you, out of your site.
What does your finger… see?
A. Darius Kamali