Genius Is The Recovery Of Childhood At

It Began As Research. I Wrote Of Silences, Of Nights, I Scribbled The Indescribable. I Tied Down The Vertigo.

The Sun, The Hearth Of Affection And Life, Pours Burning Love On The Delighted Earth.

I Found I Could Extinguish All Human Hope From My Soul.

I Turned Silences And Nights Into Words. What Was Unutterable, I Wrote Down. I Made The Whirling World Stand Still.

I Am The Slave Of My Baptism. Parents, You Have Caused My Misfortune, And You Have Caused Your Own.