What keeps us from opening to the reality of the world?
Could it be that we cannot accept our powerlessness and are only willing to see those wounds that we can heal?
Could it be that we do not want to give up our illusion that we are masters over our world and, therefore, create our own Disneyland where we can make ourselves believe that all events of life are safely under control?
Could it be that our blindness and deafness are signs of our own resistance to acknowledging that we are not the Lord of the Universe?
It is hard to allow these questions to go beyond the level of rhetoric and to really sense in our innermost self how much we resent our powerlessness.