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In Certain Cases, A Man Blind From Birth May Have An Operation Performed Which Gives Him His Sight. The Result: Frequently Misery, Confusion, Disorientation. The Light That Illumines The Madman Is An Unearthly Light, But I Do Not Believe It Is A Projection, An Emanation From His Mundane Ego. He Is Irradiated By A Light That Is More Than He. It May Burn Him Out.

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In Certain Cases, A Man Blind From Birth May Have An Operation Performed Which Gives Him His Sight. The Result: Frequently Misery, Confusion, Disorientation. The Light That Illumines The Madman Is An Unearthly Light, But I Do Not Believe It Is A Projection, An Emanation From His Mundane Ego. He Is Irradiated By A Light That Is More Than He. It May Burn Him Out.

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