I have often thought it would be a blessing if each human being were stricken blind and deaf for a few days at some time during his early adult life.Darkness would make him more appreciative of sight; silence would teach him the joys of sound.Now and then I have tested my seeing friends to discover what they see.Recently I was visited by a very good friend who had just returned from a long walk in the woods,and I asked her what she had observed.'Nothing in particular,' she replied.I might have been incredulous had I not been accustomed to such responses,for long ago I became convinced that the seeing see little.How was it possible,I asked myself,to walk for an hour through the woods and see nothing worthy of note?I who cannot see find hundreds of things to interest me through mere touch.I feel the delicate symmetry of a leaf.I pass my hands lovingly about the smooth skin of a silver birch,or the rough,shaggy bark of a pine.In spring I touch the branches of trees hopefully in search of a bud,the first sign of awakening Nature after her winter's sleep.I feel the delightful,velvety texture of a flower,and discover its remarkable convolutions; and something of the miracle of Nature is revealed to me.Occasionally,if I am very fortunate,I place my hand gently on a small tree and feel the happy quiver of a bird in full song.I am delighted to have the cool waters of a brook rush through my open fingers.To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug.To me the pageant of seasons is a thrilling and unending drama,the action of which streams through my finger tips.At times my heart cries out with longing to see all these things.If I can get so much pleasure from mere touch,how much more beauty must be revealed by sight.Yet,those who have eyes apparently see little.The panorama of color and action which fills the world is taken for granted.It is human,perhaps,to appreciate little that which have and to long for that which we have not,but it is a great pity that in the world of light the gift of sight is used only as a mere convenience rather than as a means of adding fullness to life.