It is like a ghost that stood staring at him as he sits quietly looking back at its emptiness. The imperceptible air that blows its windy chills settled at his warm skin. Olfaction lingers the scent that bear testimony of its blindness. The mind can’t perceive what none he sees. What is missing in sight his wits can’t sense and his heart can’t feel. And with such enigma its existence contradicts but with mutual truth.