Genius is dead! The cry of humanity unprepared to mourn for a last idol acknowledges what cannot be denied: there shall be no more genius. The veneration through accelerated elevation duly tendered via biographification has halted as we lost go beaten at chests after we surrendered our age and the relevance of strength. Shelters remain (as with the other dead deity); many go to church and the tables, earnest in their desire to transcend what we now know. While I'm here for the hearers, I am no crier, no hustler, no fatal disaster. I am mere and ready to remain faithfully broken, tied to the wheel, rolling and looking and spending days like the fools that we are.