"No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness."
--Aristotle (384 BC - 322 BC)
A genius is a special kind, indeed: he or she is a creature of the mind who creates where breaths of inspiration lead, like mythic Muses on a Grecian wind; some have the gift of poesy like Keats, and some the gift of music like Mozart; some pen pastorals of farms, fields, and sheep while others write refrains that move the heart. The divine gift of genius is a tool conferred by one's high Muse to create art, music, and science to ennoble the fool in every tribe of which we are a part. But if your genius be not in this rhyme, then share the greater "genius" that's your time.
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