Forgotten
Modesty & The Unheard Cry -
Breaching Intellectuality of the Draconian Scholar
It is difficult
to be an intellectual.
I want to let
go of social contact in order to get my immutable scholar status
back and engraved. I’ve let go of myself. What has happened
to my ideas for research? Now I know not of where to start. I cannot
be bound by one talent and only that which incessantly exists; writing!
My science background is flailing. Distress. Aye, tears of forgotten
modesty. What has happened to my genius!? I’ve been molded
too mightily so to the social life. It is time to let go of it in
majority and its elements. Television, out. I’ve only one
venue for my research and medical bouts; Montefiore hospital. May
meditation, music and research guide me.
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