As
a young boy, he would tell himself that one day he would understand
enough, if not all. |
He
would wait for his mind to take over: his senses would wait, dormant
play dead. |
He
would oppose anything he couldn't comprehend. He would find reason.
He would be miserable and yet not surrender to an intuition, to a
word of experience. |
even
towards the end of his life, he would see things he couldn't explain. |