Even so, our blind brains cannot imagine, cannot conceive of, what we will pass into.
Ursula and Charles Massoud's 2001 semidry riesling is so Germanic -- more Mosel-like than Pfalz-like, actually -- that no blind taster could imagine that it originates in a North Fork hamlet called Aquebogue.
But most people can't even imagine being blind, much less playing a game like Materia Magica while blind," she says.
But just as she is blind to him, he is blind to her, imagining her as some sort of saint or pure being.
As the number of electrodes increases and signal-processing software improves, it is not unthinkable to imagine a blind person in 2037 reading an article marvelling at how far the technology has come.
It hovers in the background of "The Black Book of Colors," an intellectually challenging, graphically remarkable picture book in which a Venezuelan author and illustrator, Menena Cottin and Rosana Faría, ask us to imagine being blind.
Exhibiting affinities with Condillac's remarkable Treatise on Sensations (1754), Reid asks his readers to imagine a blind adult subject.
I can't imagine a blind person getting any gratification from it.
Rather than sheer stupidity, I suspect the answer is blind arrogance: they fondly imagine that more vulnerable competitors will succumb to the current financial scourge, allowing the stronger, brighter dinosaurs (that is, themselves) to slither from their bunkers and garner whatever resources remain.
Maybe it could have, or maybe it almost did and was spared, but it's not hard to imagine the blinding and unseemly gash at the center of the city as the one place that could have successfully outlasted, out-gale-forced Hurricane Sandy.
