He sat in the cornerof the room and saw the man, but could not explain it; it was only a sensation. The man painted the ceiling and walls of the room black. The man then bent down and began painting the floor of the room black.
From the corner, he saw that, too, but did not know that he saw, and could not say that he saw; knowing and explaining were beyond him.
Eventually, the man had painted the entire room black, except for the small space where the blackness cornered them. They had no room to move without seeing or stepping in the black stuff. The kid was three months old and did not know what he did not know.
Only some years later when his father told him of that experience -- to later pass it on one day to his kid -- did he realize that he had rolled and lolled the first years of his life in all that so-called blackness -- as if other colors did not exist.
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