If a child suffers from weak eyes, he doesn’t know he ought to be able to see individual bricks in buildings or separate leaves on trees. He assumes his uncorrected view of the world is the same thing everyone else sees.

So it was with me and the voices. I forgot there had ever been a time when I couldn’t hear the thoughts of those around me, as if they’d spoken them aloud. I assumed others could hear my thoughts, as well, and would not object if I commented on the unspoken elements of conversation.

I could not have been more wrong.

~from the secret journal of Pierce Langdon, Viscount Westfall