What would be more beautiful without sight?

For some reason the scene in Pulp Fiction has stuck in my head.

Where Fabienne and Butch are cuddling and she says something about wishing she had a big pot belly and if we were couldn’t see that would be the most beautiful thing.

Which leads to me to think of this tragic love story movie.I can’t remember the name or actors. Where the woman falls in love with a blind man and gets him to have surgery where he can see again. He said he thought the world and her were better when he was blind.

I feel like I missed understanding his statement fully. The undertones and his perspective.

I tried a small scale experiment with objects around the apartment.

I was delighted, but I feel like I am missing out on the larger scale. Preconceptions can be tied to sight. And my hands aren’t overly sensitive and adapt at exploration.

So I was trying with my mind. I think additional input from delightful brains would make the process much easier.

Any thoughts or ideas you would care to share on the subject?