[ WP ] A man , completely blind from birth , has just received the first surgery to correct eyesight . Upon viewing his surroundings , he says , `` Where did all the colors go ? '' Being blind is not what we 've been told .

Dr. Richardson frowned. This had not been the reaction he was expecting at all. `` What do you mean,'Where did all the colors go?''' 
 
 The man, Mr. Kaleb Bridges, responded simply with, `` I mean the colors. They're gone, all gone...'' His voice carried a sort of desperation with it. His eyes, previously blind, were darting all over the room, devouring all the sights hungrily. But there was also an innate sadness in them, mixed with fear. 
 
 `` There are colors all around you,'' Dr. Richardson continued. `` That chair over there is red. My coat is white. The stand holding the IV is silver...'' 
 
 `` Those are n't the colors I'm talking about,'' Bridges cut him off. `` I've heard all about those blasted pigments my entire life. I'm talking about the *spirit colors*.'' 
 
 Dr. Richardson sighed. The anesthesia's effects must have not worn off yet. `` Just lay back, Mr. Bridges, you'll be alright in an hour or so,'' 
 
 `` But they're gone!'' Bridges exclaimed. `` I ca n't see them! I did n't know they would go away!'' 
 
 Dr. Richardson took a seat by the bed. `` Alright, alright, Mr. Bridges. Just what are you talking about?'' 
 
 Bridges let out a long sigh. `` I guess I have some explaining to do. You see, when I was what you doctors call `` *blind*'', I had a sort of sight with me. I saw colors. Not your simple reds and blues, but colors with *spirit*. I just called them spirit colors. They appeared to me when I heard noises. For instance, when I heard music, I would see the most beautiful colors. They would weave in and out, this way and that, enveloping me with warmth. They would also warn me of danger, flashing in front of me when I heard a bus or a car that I was about to step out in front of.'' 
 
 Dr. Richardson frowned. `` Now hold on just a second, Mr. Bridges. You're saying you could actually see all this time?'' 
 
 `` I could see, but not as you see and not as I see now,'' Bridges responded. `` I could see *deeper*. The colors would tell me everything and more. When people spoke to me, they had their own color. I could see their intentions, their desires, their very being just by listening to them and watching their colors. The color's movement would tell me if this person was good-hearted, or if they meant harm.'' 
 
 Dr. Richardson sat there in bewilderment. `` What you're telling us.... is revolutionary.'' 
 
 Bridges looked sadly at Dr. Richardson. `` I know that now. I wish I had known that before I agreed to this surgery. For you see, Doctor,'' Bridges said as he turned to Richardson to look at him with tear-brimmed eyes, `` By giving me sight, you really have only made me blind.'' 
 
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