I can’t see.
Well, not in the sense that you can.
I have another way of seeing. All of my senses converge into this…Radar Sense, I guess.
Sure, I miss out on some beauty. Once, I would have given anything to have seen Karen’s face, even if just for a second.
But, I’m free, you see.
Without sight there is no fear. Without fear, I’m free.
I’m free to launch of a rooptop and land on a flagpole. I’m free to experience the world in a way that everyone else misses.
Take your sight for granted. But without mine the world is a million more times intricate, playful, free…
I’m Daredevil. I have no fear. I am free.