“It is as easy for the mind to think in stars as in cobble-stones.” – Helen Keller

Helen Keller and Charlie Chaplin

Today is Helen Keller’s birthday. Her autobiography, The Story of My Life is essential reading.

In 1932, a doctor saw a photograph of Helen Keller on the observation deck of the Empire State Building. He wrote her a letter asking what she saw.

Here is her magnificent reply.

January 13, 1932

Dear Dr. Finley:

After many days and many tribulations which are inseparable from existence here below, I sit down to the pleasure of writing to you and answering your delightful question, “What Did You Think ‘of the Sight’ When You Were on the Top of the Empire Building?”

Frankly, I was so entranced “seeing” that I did not think about the sight. If there was a subconscious thought of it, it was in the nature of gratitude to God for having given the blind seeing minds. As I now recall the view I had from the Empire Tower, I am convinced that, until we have looked into darkness, we cannot know what a divine thing vision is.

Perhaps I beheld a brighter prospect than my companions with two good eyes. Anyway, a blind friend gave me the best description I had of the Empire Building until I saw it myself.

Do I hear you reply, “I suppose to you it is a reasonable thesis that the universe is all a dream, and that the blind only are awake?” Yes – no doubt I shall be left at the Last Day on the other bank defending the incredible prodigies of the unseen world, and, more incredible still, the strange grass and skies the blind behold are greener grass and bluer skies than ordinary eyes see. I will concede that my guides saw a thousand things that escaped me from the top of the Empire Building, but I am not envious. For imagination creates distances and horizons that reach to the end of the world. It is as easy for the mind to think in stars as in cobble-stones. Sightless Milton dreamed visions no one else could see. Radiant with an inward light, he send forth rays by which mankind beholds the realms of Paradise.

But what of the Empire Building? It was a thrilling experience to be whizzed in a “lift” a quarter of a mile heavenward, and to see New York spread out like a marvellous tapestry beneath us.

There was the Hudson – more like the flash of a sword-blade than a noble river. The little island of Manhattan, set like a jewel in its nest of rainbow waters, stared up into my face, and the solar system circled about my head! Why, I thought, the sun and the stars are suburbs of New York, and I never knew it! I had a sort of wild desire to invest in a bit of real estate on one of the planets. All sense of depression and hard times vanished, I felt like being frivolous with the stars. But that was only for a moment. I am too static to feel quite natural in a Star View cottage on the Milky Way, which must be something of a merry-go-round even on quiet days.

I was pleasantly surprised to find the Empire Building so poetical. From every one except my blind friend I had received an impression of sordid materialism – the piling up of one steel honeycomb upon another with no real purpose but to satisfy the American craving for the superlative in everything. A Frenchman has said, in his exalted moments the American fancies himself a demigod, nay, a god; for only gods never tire of the prodigious. The highest, the largest, the most costly is the breath of his vanity.

Well, I see in the Empire Building something else – passionate skill, arduous and fearless idealism. The tallest building is a victory of imagination. Instead of crouching close to earth like a beast, the spirit of man soars to higher regions, and from this new point of vantage he looks upon the impossible with fortified courage and dreams yet more magnificent enterprises.

What did I “see and hear” from the Empire Tower? As I stood there ‘twixt earth and sky, I saw a romantic structure wrought by human brains and hands that is to the burning eye of the sun a rival luminary. I saw it stand erect and serene in the midst of storm and the tumult of elemental commotion. I heard the hammer of Thor ring when the shaft began to rise upward. I saw the unconquerable steel, the flash of testing flames, the sword-like rivets. I heard the steam drills in pandemonium. I saw countless skilled workers welding together that mighty symmetry. I looked upon the marvel of frail, yet indomitable hands that lifted the tower to its dominating height.

Let cynics and supersensitive souls say what they will about American materialism and machine civilization. Beneath the surface are poetry, mysticism and inspiration that the Empire Building somehow symbolizes. In that giant shaft I see a groping toward beauty and spiritual vision. I am one of those who see and yet believe.

I hope I have not wearied you with my “screed” about sight and seeing. The length of this letter is a sign of long, long thoughts that bring me happiness. I am, with every good wish for the New Year,

Sincerely yours,

Helen Keller

Helen Keller and Anne Sullivan

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10 Responses to “It is as easy for the mind to think in stars as in cobble-stones.” – Helen Keller

  1. Doc Horton says:

    Wonderful, as in full of wonder.

  2. Desirae says:

    What an amazing picture.

    • sheila says:

      I know, right? I love how he is smiling so she can feel it. There are more of them together, if you Google their two names. Fascinating.

      • Desirae says:

        It must have been such a great day for both of them – she got to meet Charlie Chaplin and he got to meet Helen Keller!

        I googled and found an interesting quote from Keller:

        “Everybody was friendly, but in their compliments to me I was unintentionally left with a defrauded feeling. Few, if any, spoke of Teacher as one who deserved special praise for having ploughed furrows through my limitations and given me the precious harvest of my human heritage. However, Teacher was her exuberant, charming self with Charlie Chaplain [sic]. They had both endured poverty and the deformations it creates in body and soul. They had both struggled for education and social equality, and as success had crowned their efforts they had poured themselves out in tenderness to the unprivileged. Both were shy and unspoiled by their victories over fate. So it was natural that they should understand each other and form one of the friendships that afford solace to great artists in a world too often unfaithful to the children of genius.”

        I got it from here:


        • sheila says:

          // So it was natural that they should understand each other and form one of the friendships that afford solace to great artists in a world too often unfaithful to the children of genius. //

          Just incredible. Worlds colliding. Amazing!

  3. alex says:

    That’s the most magnificent thing I have ever read in my entire life.

  4. Dar says:

    I wish I could “see” as well as she did! Thank you so much for this beautiful post.

  5. Melissa Sutherland says:

    I can’t remember exactly what year it was, either 1955 or ’56, so I was around 10. We were living in Lisbon, and my father was Public Affairs Officer at the Embassy. My sister and I used to come home from school for lunch every day, and one day Polly Thomson and Helen Keller were there. I wasn’t sure who she was at the time, but by the time lunch was over I knew I’d made a friend. She felt our faces and told me I was “smart.” I didn’t automatically think that meant I wasn’t pretty necessarily, but got teased about it later anyway. She signed a copy of her book, and later sent us a thank you note for the lunch. I’m sure she visited many, many homes like ours, but I’ve never forgotten that day, ever, and have thought of it often. This brought back so many memories. Sheila, the stuff you write about seems to thread its way through my life, somehow. This was not the first time. Thank you for that.

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