Late in the night, I stopped merely looking at the pen and decided to use it. I began writing all the questions that had been building up inside me on the walls of the room. Hund- reds of questions and zero answers turned the space into either a madman's cell-or a genius's. It didn't matter on which side of the line my questions fell. Whether they called me a genius or a lunatic, I was still me. Their definitions would change nothing.
As the first light of day slipped through the wind ...