Scribe

Being a scribe is a gift. Being a visually impaired literature student is also a gift. Their thinking is entirely different from my interpretation of things.

My friend uses Braille to learn those huge background literature and linguistics notes. The letters are transformed to a manuscript that only those special people can understand. When I touch the braille letters, it provokes many thoughts in me. It is like when you touch a script engraved on a temple stone. The script engraved on a temple stone will last forever and its vibration gives you silence. When I touch her notes, I feel her longing for eyesight, to see herself, to see her mom, the shrine, and the notes.

I remember writing her observation of Lincoln’s death by Whitman. How beautifully she explained to me the poem, the mourning, the bird and the lilac flowers. I could imagine her visually rich interpretation. Though she is visually impaired, God has given an extra pair of eyes for her intellectual visualization.

Miss you, and take care, my friend!