In a well-known short story by H.G. Wells, a mountain climber named Nunez trips (literally, down an ice slope) into an unknown and isolated valley in the Peruvian Andes. The valley is extraordinarily beautiful, with “sweet water, pasture, an even climate, slopes of rich brown soil with tangles of a shrub that bore an excellent fruit.” But the villagers are all blind. Nunez takes this as an opportunity. “In the Country of the Blind”, he tells himself, “the One-Eyed Man is King.” So he resolves to live with the villagers to explore life as a king.
Things don’t go quite as he planned. He tries to explain the idea of sight to the villagers. They don’t understand. He tells them they are “blind”. They don’t have the word blind. They just think he’s thick. Indeed, as they increasingly note what he can’t do (hear the sound of grass being stepped on, for example) they increasingly try to control him. He, in turn, becomes increasingly frustrated. “‘You don’t understand’, he cried, in a voice that was meant to be great and resolute, and which broke. ‘You are blind and I can see. Leave me alone!’”
—lessig, free culture: the nature and future of creativity