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Through the eyes of a black cat
A ghost informed me the other day that my son is colour blind. To me it's an isness of another's existence that's of no concern. Makes no difference, as a fact it changes nothing. But I have to say hearing it upset me somewhat. So I blocked it until such time as I could resolve the conflict it triggered.
It's the kind of shot across my bows I've grown to expect in this obscene battle I died to avoid. Things designed to hurt, to provove, an other attempting to impose their will on another. One who chooses his battles wisely.
Only now I've got a cat handing me the answer. An answer which in its way tells me a whole lot more than you would imagine. For my son is not 'colour' blind, he's 'color' blind. Which, as one who is not, I can assure you is for the best.