There’s a form of colorblindness that reduces the world to shades of gray. What must this be like?
I think if one previously saw colors, it’s crushingly sad, but then in time one adjusts, by which I mean forgets. The healing power of forgetting.
Then there are those born in a gray world. This seems far worse: to know there is something everywhere, always, you cannot see and never will. I doubt this could ever be forgotten.