*“quiz”: (archaic meaning) question, mystery, enigma, puzzle, riddle, quandary, conundrum, dilemma, etc.
O Muses! What is genius? Is it born? Or is it taught? Why do some possess it, and some do not? These questions are outworn! As riddle over which to obsess, it matters only that genius brings forth art, music, poetry, mathematics, dance, religion, and science to endow heart and reason to mindless souls which, by chance, we know as “Fools.” Genius is not for wasting, or for consuming it upon one's lust: rather, it is meant for God Everlasting; to bring Him praise before one turns to dust. Whatever genius's mystery is, it's His to give as He pleases—of that there's no quiz!
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