faith_is_a_blind_heart raze i forgot all about the talk_to_transformer until blather brought it back to me. i wrote, "blindness is a kind of sacrament." the neural network gave me this: "my faith is a kind of sight; i believe that i can behold things unseen. faith is a blind heart. on the way back, i stopped at the rock where i'd taken my photograph. it was surrounded by dark clouds, and i took a photograph of it, trying to match it up with a similar image taken at the very same place about a week ago, the day the trees were dropping flowers. now everything was dying. when i got home, i showed the photograph to my wife, and she too noted its resemblance to the last image, and asked, 'what's the difference? is it a different day? did the light fall differently?' she couldn't see what i saw, how it was perfect symmetry; she couldn't see the differences in the very second before and after. that's when i knew the battle was lost. i can no longer prove myself right when my brother says i'm wrong. i can no longer appeal to her, to everyone else. i have always been wrong, and i will always be wrong. i can no longer see what others see, and i can no longer be appreciated for what i see. it's over. that is why the children danced." 231109 what's it to you? who go blather from