Ever since I was a child I have been infatuated with the sun. I used to inquire to my teachers about the sun; I would ask them how the sun kept the earth warm from so far away but as they only had primary school teaching qualifications and knew little about the workings of the sun they told me to take my curiosity to books. I was an impatient youth, meaning these books of endless facts using words longer than anything in my limited vocabulary bored me and my love for the sun was seemingly short lived. I would still stare into the sun sometimes. More times than not I would keep staring at it until it burnt my eyes. I would then block out its light with my hand to see its afterimage. The world seemed so warm. On one of the many occasions where I was staring into the palms of my hands I wondered why the sun left its mark on my sight almost every time I basked my eyes in its light. Even when I blocked out the sun with my hands it stayed with me a mother to a child. I imagined a mother leaving her infant child in a snow storm, something I imagined as the height of cruelty, and realised that even when clouds cover the sun it is still there heating the earth through the clouds keeping all living things on earth alive.
My friend when I was six years old was blind. To call him a friend would be an overstatement as we didn't share any common interests and our friendship didn't go any further than the superficial friendships all small children have. On a particularly bright day as I seem to remember I tried to ask him what he could see and waved my hand in front of his face. I wondered if he could see the same world as me but through severely blurred eyes like severe short sightedness. He waited for a few seconds then told me to imagine nothing.
This is what all blind people say when you ask them what they can see which somebody who can see and could always see obviously cannot imagine as they've never seen nothing. The closest somebody like this could get to seeing nothing would be to clasp their eyelids together to block light from their eyes which isn't nothing you are seeing the inside of your eyelid. So I closed my eyes to attempt to visualise nothing. I thought how this wasn't nothing as if I were to stare at the sun and then close my eyes I would see the afterimage of the sun on the inside of my eyelids. I pointed this out and he reminded he that he couldn't see so the point was lost on him; Somebody like him had never seen the sun or even something so basic as his mothers face. His detriment was decided the moment his mother and father met. Their genetic info and upbringing bound them to reproduce at a certain time when he had the possibility to be born and when he entered the egg it had already been decided long before that he would live without light. Or at least that's how I see it.
Young children are cruel. People say this is due to fact that their brains aren't fully developed and that they will become more just as they age. The children who were cruel at my school I imagine are buried in the cold ground where the sun cant reach them. When these children were born they were likely not born cruel, they were born with a tendency to easier become cruel and that's where confused parental figures finish the job. If the children were properly nurtured they wouldn't have been such failures of people. Supposedly.
The unlucky children who had to deal with the cruelty brought along by a dice roll were among many of my peers but the one who truly drew the short matchstick was the child who could not see. I sat somewhat near him, near enough to see the injustice being acted upon him daily. The failed children at the back of the class would throw classroom equipment at the back of his head to see his reaction. As he had to come to terms with the ultimate hardship at a young age he would never rise to it. But there was still nothing he could do to stop them so he endured. He rolled low it is how the world functions. Without those who face hardship luxury cannot exist. The majority of failure children don't die they live a life without meaning. They make up the working class living nine to five and only sleeping and drinking in their free time. They dull themselves to the injustice they face due to their low roll.
The dice that decides your life is a large one with thousands of numbers. Everybody rolls it before they are even conceptualised. The blind child in my class could have possibly rolled a low number such as two hundred and sixty one leading to him missing one of his five senses arguably the most important one. Generally those in the working class could've rolled something between five hundred and one thousand as if they were born in the Palaeolithic era they would've been given a chance to thrive but due to their sub-par intelligence they live a menial life in the modern world. You cold say that they were left behind by human advancement and evolution and that the working class are close to the cavemen of the modern era... But that would be a gross generalisation.