When my eyes could not see, sounds forged the image and touch became my gaze. Scents gave the picture colours and taste brought it alive. Darkness kills the light but it cannot kill the physical experience. In a way, darkness itself is blind as it cannot see the light. Blindness is bliss because in the dark everyone is equal and shame does not exist. Ultimately, the blind man is free as he does not see his own limits. ― (Rimini, 2015)