When someone praises my intellect...
It feels like someone is claiming life
in a corpse that has just twitched.
And when someone calls me a moron...
It feels like they believe me a bumbler
when really I've momentarily stumbled.
And when someone declares me strange...
It feels like they've never had the courage
to breathe a word of honesty about themselves.
I am an ocean of fire.
The resolved paradox.
I am the clench of the open palm.
I renounce all philosophy.
All gods are bastards.
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