That night in my room, I lay on the floor staring up into the dark corners of my ceiling, wondering what it would be like. To breathe through my skin instead of lungs? Not even being able to see? How strange. And yet, not very different from life already is. We all live our lives as best we can-and sometimes that's with eyes closed, or heads bowed, or minds full of other things. Sometimes we don't pay attention because paying too much attention makes...