My taste and smell are dulled, most probably through the smoking. My fingers are calloused from guitar-playing, so touch is not so fine-tuned as it could be.
I've often thought about what is most important to me - hearing or sight. I am a musician,and music is important to me - but not more important than silence. I experience much of life very strongly within me - chewing my perceptions and experiences over in my heart and mind. And to do this, I seek the silence, to still the chatter and noise and even the music that echoes around my head almost continually.
In silence I can still be a part of the world - independent - as an observer. But without sight... without the light and color, the faces, the trees, the flowers, the forms and textures, the far and near, the clouds and stars, the hills, the mist and rain, the words on paper, the smiles, the tears, autumn leaves, falling snow, sunrises and turquoise oceans... without being able to "watch" my son - I would feel lost.
My sight is without question the sense most dear to me.