Useless as an embryo in its mother's womb. That's how I want
to live. I have no need to be utility to any sort of
authority. Yet, I preach not for anarchism. Silence is the
solid ground of my words. It's when I lost that silence that
I begin to talk. Frustration is the nature of this context.
Not intelligence. I dare not call myself intelligent. Yet,
however unintelligent I am, I proclaim the right to be a
self-made person. A basic civil, emotional, cognitive,
physical right to be a person. To be independent of other's
understanding. I seek not justification. I need no support.
I simply respect my own individuality and demand to be left
alone.