With this simple poem I begin the dismantling of one of the greatest lies that was somehow communicated to me in my childhood -- one my heart has believed, but never resigned to believing. Today it has come to my attention that this lie has been sentenced to death.

It has been my Matrix, the prison for my mind. A cramped, motionally volatile germ of a prison at that. Yes, I have lived inside a germ, passed from person to person, minute by minute. Few have recognized they had acquired the germ when in my presence, and most have been puzzled by its symptoms on the rare occasion they have seen them. For the symptoms of this germanian prison for my mind appear not in the carrier, but in me, while the person interacts with me.

My apologies to all those closest to me, who have carried the germ the most, but my thanks also. For you have handled the germ with such caution and consideration that eventually you have brought about my recognition of its existence and nature.

And so, my brothers and sisters, you have helped me to find the beginning of great freedom.