“He’s unhappier because he sees in his memory that there is beauty in the world. But he doesn’t know that what he remembers no longer exists because the world changes. Every day has its own beauty. But the main reason the blind man who has seen is unhappy is because his memory keeps him from imagining. He dedicates so much energy to not forgetting that he forgets that he can reinvent what he’s seen, and invent what he will never see again. And a man without imagination, blind or not, is always unhappy.
