I might not see  sky and cloud, yet with the eyes of wisdom I still can behold the paths of foolishness and self-destruction, and from their miserable end I can turn and their fearful destruction I can avoid.

Hmm, that way smells nice, and I am sure if I could see it would look pretty too. But even though my eyes cannot see, my inner alarm system is warning me that in this case beauty is a deception for this is the path that fools do confidently walk before they fall into the miserable pit of self-destruction.