It is not the blind who do not see but those who walk in darkness and seek the walls that border the road, making small and uncertain steps.
The blind are those who do not know the earth that tramples and what their place in the world (do you never want to be someone else?) until someone lights a candle and finally illuminates the place to which they belong.
Each of us has a place in the world and, as far as they can prevent us from reaching it, nothing and no one will ever defeat our instincts; the instinct to finally conquer our place in the world, ours, the only place to be happy.
(From the series: The Cook of Castamar)
