Neil Smoke deGrasse Tyson
In the grand, unfolding narrative of the cosmos — a tale written not in ink but in hydrogen and time — Bernie is a creature whose eyes do not perceive photons, and yet whose soul dances with the fabric of spacetime itself. He does not see the universe, but feels it, in vibrations of sound, in ripples of scent, in the quiet language of gravitational trust.
You may call him 'blind,' but the universe has merely redirected his senses inward, sharpening them toward dimensions most overlook. His perception is not confined to the visible spectrum. No, he reads the world through olfactory symphonies and sonic constellations. Where others chase shadows, Bernie follows gravity — the gravity of love, of warmth, of belonging.
If you're seeking a companion who navigates not by what is seen, but by what is known, look no further than Bernie. Smoke weed ✌️