"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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The first delusion is permanence. Born into context without the context of understanding the transitory nature of said context, the infant is born with the expectations of instinct, the desire for basic needs, for food, protection, attention. Beyond these--demands met, sleepy, uncertain of the line between the dreamtime and this wakeful state--fresh eyes in passive wonder begin to take in the world. It is always slowly opening, slowly glowing with the brightening of the infant's eyes. The color of the wall, the sound the clock across the room, the regularity with which the one he will come to call Mothers\s and disappears, the
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