Something More Than Mortal

I am working very hard. Like the devil, in

fact. I think you will be pleased. Am I too

imaginative for you? I think not. I do not think

you possess half my forethoughts and powers

of foreseeing. Though I see nothing but cloudy

and vague uncertainty in the foreground of our

being, yet I discern a very bright light a good

way further on. Immutable truths, intrinsic

beauty, symmetry and logical completeness.

A new and powerful language. That brain of

mine is something more than mortal, as time

will show. The devil's in it if I've not sucked

out some of the life-blood from the mysteries of

the universe. Elaborate and scientific music.