There once was a man with no hearing, who smelled death from a sword approaching. The odor of oil was what alerted, he yelled a scream of death, but received the blade in his head. When asked why didn’t he see, he replied I would but my eyes are not free. Before I die, explain what exactly it is like for a person to hear and see!
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