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genius child
This is a song for the genius child. Sing it softly, for the song is wild. Sing it softly as ever you can - Lest the song get out of hand.
Nobody loves a genius child.
Can you love an eagle, Tame or wild? Can you love an eagle, Wild or tame? Can you love a monster Of frightening name?
Nobody loves a genius child.
Kill him - and let his soul run wild.
How nice— to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
– Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five
The beauty of things must be that they end.
– Jack Kerouac, Tristessa
For everything outside the phenomenal world, language can only be used...
– Franz Kafka