I see without sight and hear from the reverbations that I make of life. I feel the amplified resonance of silence from every pore of my mind. I devour what to do best, better, bestowing only my own demise, in the way I digest the dimensions of being alive. A complete man, a serious accident of incomensurable value, registering the future of my own story. This is how I came to explain myself the limitations of being a vision of intuition.