There is only one real deprivation... and that is not to be able to give one's gifts to those one loves most.
Words are my passion / And out of them and me / I would create beauty.
I see a certain order in the universe and math is one way of making it visible.
Solitude is my element, and the reason is that extreme awareness of other people... precludes awareness of one's self so that after a while the self no longer knows that it exists.
People who cannot feel punish those who do.
I tell the gods are still alive / And they are not consoling.