“If only my eyes could speak.”
What’s it like to be unable to read?
How do you communicate, if only for a moment, an inkling of the frustration, the confusion, the feeling of helplessness?
What’s it like to see the world anew and begin to feel its promise?
What’s it like to open a new world to another person and watch them grow?
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How do you bring them all together around a transcendent goal?
And still relate to each tribe in their own way and with their own sense of identity?
That’s what the art of empathy is for.
