Inocence is lost. I was blinded.
All of that is behind. Now I see the world as it is. I am blind, for what I see comes from inside, not from outside. We see from the inside out. It is a process of discrimination. Like a photograph, it is not real.

Yet we see a hole in a wall and go through it because we naturally know that it will take us to the next room.

And thats how we go about.