But i’m not a thief, you see.
Fine, I’ll admit it. I once tried to steal light from someone. But I was caught, you see. Difficult to hide light, you see. And they said i would never steal anything ever again, you see. Said they’d sort me out for good, you see. And did they ever! I haven’t felt the need to steal any light after that, you see!
Oh, you think i’m oddly cheerful for my condition? Well you see, once the light-specks finally fade you’ll all have to walk a mile in my moccasins! And then you’ll all see, you see.
In the land of the blind, the one-eyed man may be king. But once all lights go out, no amount of eyeballs will do you any good. And that warms the heart of this blind fox. Oh, the looks on their faces will be a sight to see! |
A tiny speck of context to illuminate this weirdness can be found here: |
He can always see the bright side of things in dark times.
…figuratively speaking, you see.